Remember that day with us at the park,
When you bought me ice cream
And I traced our initials on tree bark?
Curled up on a tartan blanket, we schemed
Immortal pirates plotting timeless treasure map.
But all was not what it would seem;
The clock ticked on like a timed trap.
You sighed as you laid your head on my lap
Musing on sunlight stealing through leaves on my smile,
Our music the sound of children laughter on a rattletrap.
Your kisses and touch chaste all the while.
The hours languidly flowed into time.
That day is gone but you are still mine.