[Ted Craven]

Romantica (by Guy Wadsworth)

You were that of which dreams are made.
A haunting melody never played.
You live still in my dreams
And I am happy, or so it seems.

You gave so much and yet.
I am filled with deep regret.
For you have drifted into the past.
There is nothing left save dreams that last.

Sometimes I see you just over there.
With silver light around your hair.
I see you there and I want to say.
Have you come back? Are you here to stay?

Smiling softly you disappear
While I talk on and hope you will hear.
I tell you of the flames of youth
When love alone was the only truth.

Though the flames have turned to ember
I dream of you and so remember
Those days of sweet intensity
That sweet gift you gave to me.