A Childhood

Holding hands beneath the apple trees...

A Childhood

Memories.
Of days beneath the apple trees;
Without a cloud. You stole my heart,
And I, the fool, your puppet-boy;
I let you fade.

Do you not remember, sweet?
I do.
A childhood,
Of sun-kissed love and daisy-chains -
Who knew they would ensare you too?
I laughed, you laughed, the daisies laughed,
Like daisies do. But then, the winds began to turn
And with them, they took you.
Do you not remember, sweet?
I do.