We met late,
Sweetheart.
Too late.
We should
Have met
Long before,
In a time,
And place,
More peaceful,
More friendly,
More secure,
Where people
Were angels,
And life
Was paradise,
Skies had
No fire,
No smoke,
No clouds,
Night was,
Like day,
Full of laughter,
Of music,
Of light,
Where trees
Looked beautiful
Like houris,
Rivers ran
With honey,
And seas
Were made
Of wine.
And when
Love was
So true,
So simple,
And pure,
Like the heart
Of a child.
We met late,
Sweetheart.
Too late.
We should
Have met
Long before,
In a
Different place,
And a
Different time.