In failed memories of better times
We, smiling as the church bell chimed
Euphoric bliss fades as the day
Unconquerable castles turned cold and grey
In days of yore where chivalry fled
Love still stands upon the forgiving bed
With golden thread on tapestry
And Newton 'neath the apple tree
Bouquet of flowers clasped tight
Blossoms of ecstasy bloom at night
Poems of beauty were written then
To the sympathies of women and the might of men
Yet, devotion faltered when it was pressed
The Gods made a terrible mess
For that heavenly smile and capable hand
From another time and a distant land
When we kissed the flame renewed
Mountains shook and volcanos spewed
But passion is a fading friend
Who sneaks away before the end
Swords upon our broken knees
Tell of former mysteries.
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