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Love's
Prediction
My
love,
when
the
years
have
fled
behind
me,
my
hair
inevitably
bleached
by
Father
Time;
when
my
step
is
slow
and
feeble,
and
my
eyesight
has
grown
dim,
I
shall
look
back
and
remember,
stop
awhile
and
muse,
perhaps
with
melancholy,
of
long
ago
when
I
loved
you.
In
the
winter
of
my
life,
summer
and
fall
having
vanished
like
a
lovely
sunset,
spring
having
faded
long
before
I
met
you
in
the
summer,
when
the
sun
was
hot
upon
my
soul,
perhaps
on
the
street
or
in
some
aged
home
I
shall
catch
a
glimpse
of
a
magic
one
I
knew
in
the
summer
of
my
life.
Alas,
I
know
my
weakened
heart
shall
quicken,
even
then
as
now
it
does,
when
I
become
aware
of
a
certain
dark-eyed
presence.
And
if
by
chance
vaguely
you
remember,
may
we
stop,
chat
briefly
for
a
moment?
I
can
hear
it
now,
our
conversation:
"Well,
hello
there,"
you'll
say,
"it's
been
a
long
time,"
and
I
will
remember
the
song
you
sang
in
summer.
Perhaps
I
will
tell
you,
"I've
been
doing
fine.
I
married
Jim,
you
know;
passed
away
some
years
back.
A
good
man
he
was,
and
I
did
him
right,
but
the
grass
grows
green
around
him
now."
Did
I
remember
you,
you'll
say,
down
through
the
passing
years?
My
love,
need
you
even
ask?
Do
you
not
recall
in
the
summer
of
my
life
what
I
told
you?
Oh,
yes,
my
darling,
yes!
Just
because
you
went
away,
leaving
me
sad,
I
did
not
love
you
less.
You
built
a
fence
around
my
heart
in
the
summer,
locked
the
gate,
and
no
one
ever
found
the
key.
~Copyright
©
1978
Ruth
Gillis~
Previously
published
in
He
Said/She
Said
August
1994
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