Let Us Go There (old notebook poem)

Can you accept, my love,

regression to older ways,

more passionate days? 

To fall into a swoon of love

and lose the world through the haze? 

To a time when romance was a pink hue,

searching for souls on earth's winds? 

To a place where heroes forgot time and distance

to reach their maiden? 

Let us go there, my love:

Please, take my hand, it longs to bring you,

and follow my heart, it longs to show you.