In days of youth, when laughter filled the air,
Our hearts were light, unburdened by the years,
We wandered free, with dreams beyond compare,
Innocent, lost in joy, devoid of fears.

The summer sun would warm our eager skin,
As shared secrets danced like whispers on the breeze,
In every glance, a world we could begin,
A gentle bond, a promise that would tease.

Yet time, a thief, with quiet, steady stride,
Has drawn us far from those enchanted days,
But in my heart, the love cannot subside,
It blooms anew in soft, nostalgic ways.

I wish, for moments woven close and dear,
To hold you near, when all we knew was clear.

Tomaž Jevšenak