The walks we had at Normandy,
where the beauty
of coastlines,
of half-timbered houses,
of grazing cattle,
of Mont-St-Michael–
were all not enough,
to take our eyes
away from each other.
 
 
The Gondola rides we had in Venice,
where an ardent gondolier
serenaded us
of La Vie En Rose;
of La Mer;
of L’Hymne a L’Mour-
and yet none of his French repertoire,
was romantic enough,
to have our ears turning pink
for the murmurs we exchanged,
for the kisses we stole
and our rendezvous
‘neath and top the blanket
before and thereafter.
 
 
The snorkel we had in Maui,
where dancing dolphins;
where startled sea turtles,
where coral–pillowing crabs,
were not entertaining enough,
to stop us
from playing under bluewaters
as we teased and chased
one another.
 
 
The gazing we had at Empire State Building,
where the 360 panoramic view of New York City,
nor the stars,
were of grandeur enough,
to keep our hands on the binoculars,
as we fondly held each other.

The glories of once in a lifetime romance,
they were all
so heart-piercing to remember;
and too soul-haunting to forget.

But hey,
those were not
the way we were.
 
 
For those dreams,
were not
what we used to share.

Like Luther,
we just dreamed a dream.
No one cared.