Juvenescence

Ah! for those days gone past...

I watch her go from my window sill, 

Swaying like the Daffodil, 
A playful wind tousles her curls, 
And surrounds her in frisky swirls, 
She pauses once and slowly turns, 
Knowing how my heart still yearns, 
A beckoning look as the world goes still, 
With melancholy does my whole heart fill, 
For heady was her potent hug, 
All torment gone in a careless shrug, 
A steely face and smiling heart, 
All strife in whose wake would part, 
And go with her I surely would, 
Spend time with her, if I only could, 
But far too gone is the biting truth, 
Oh! goodbye to my golden youth.