The Fountain

When I think of you,
a flood of pleasures
flow gently
on rivers in my mind

The memories
we have made together
out last all other life's
which I have lived.

Everything else
is just faded dreams
dissipating like
morning mist on the bays

I live in the present
enjoying each moment
as treasures long searched
with no value outside
our secret realm

You have made me
young again
with just a word or
a simple tender touch
the look of your eyes
which said "I love you very much"

Awakened
is my heart once more
and I can hear the love
beating in yours

But yet, I can only
speak for myself.
I am filled
for I have taken the cup
and drank of you.

Where Ponce De Leon
Failed to find
"The fountain of youth"
I have found you.