She took my hand and led me on,
this sprightly, dancing love of mine.
She twirled and sparkled in the dawn
while building fancies rich as wine.

Her gossamer filaments broached my head,
the threads entwined my senses there.
Feelings as old as man's own dread
grew rife within that desert, sere.

We fled together along life's sea,
following the span upon the chart,
and I knew of love as it should be
in my sparkling, silent, deepest heart.

Our course was true, with fine intent,
we sailed along our well-filled path.
The years, like days, flew as we went
with no regrets, no aftermath.

The love, remembered, filled us up.
Our souls rejoiced within our breast.
Delicious were the feasts we'd sup
and evening's frolics brought us rest.

She's still my love, 'tho years have gone.
We kept our hearts, as one, in tune.
I can't regret being now alone
for memories grant I'll see her soon...