History repeating once more?

How could that be I am not the same?

Newness yet such comforts in what I feel

So long ago I saw him standing

Alone at the bar with a cup in his hand

His eyes were warm his smile riveting

I knew then that he was the Man for me

Daydreams filled with his face and voice

I heard him no matter where I was

My hopes and dreams were pinned on him

He was to be my Knight

I smile as I remember those days

Youth was against me so long ago

With what I know now can I be the one he needs?

He loves me no matter what the past has brought

So long ago I saw his face……..

This face I want to see when I die

His arms are the ones I want to feel

Those last moments of life

His friend I want to be his lover and his ever-loyal wife………