By Estelle Nora Harwit Amrani

Days passed by and I dream of your eyes
softly caressing me, while looking deep.
Trying to hear your voice - laughing, singing, teasing.
Too much time not being near you, hugging you.

Seeing your dark curls bouncing up and down
as you joked with me, then as suddenly as you
began laughing, you are filled with remorse,
dreaming of days passed and living in total romance.

You came and went like the winter sun,
quickly and seen only shortly.
But what you gave and what you left
fills endless seasons of my emotions.

You were a breath of the past,
a hope for my future,
and confusion of today.
But such joy you gave me.
So, why was our timing so untimely?

© Copyright, 1978, 2002, Estelle Nora Harwit Amrani