What of a morning
that brings a day so gently,
and bathes the leaves
of memories
that feel so long ago.

I still recall you
in all these early hours,
though I were there
one more to share
a love lost long ago.

Crassness of youth,
concluding only half of the [bad word] 
exuding only one small percent
of what I surely felt for you.

An then one morning
that brought a day so gently,
we set apart
things of the heart
and lost love long ago