When did we meet to make such memories
busy was I seeking her in her eyes
who knew love trails coursed such territories

didn't the philosopher muse- ‘in love who's wise’
didn't we care two hoots about all things nice

my faith in her stronger than blessed Pope
stumbled, fumbled yet, lost not we all hope

days and years lost but moments still alive
joyous times gazing through love's periscope
my beloved, let's give life a high five.