Nostalgic

Gone are

1.We used to welcome the one,

With body as pure as the sun,

Enjoying love, as it began,

Blind to all others, but none.

2.We used to feel at home, at home,

Too hard working to feel alone,

To green to forget how it shone,

The ring meant he’d never be gone.

3.We used to watch our seeds grow,

It was the natural flow,

Through sunshine, as well as through snow,

Whatever God wanted to show.

4.I’m starting to talk like my grandma,

Feeling I live a dilemma,

Longing so much for the past,

When beautiful things could last.