Once Upon a Time. . .

. . .there was love. True love.

We danced in joy,

cooked each other dinner and gave each other flowers.

We wrote each other poetry,

played music to the stars

and shared bottles of wine.

Because we loved.

We walked hand in hand among the trees,
made love in the Spring flowers,
or in the Autumn leaves.
Yes, we loved.

There were no hang-ups,

no inhibitions about age, gender or social status.

Because we loved freely,

fiercely and tenderly

and our passions were the envy

of the gods.

Because we could love.

And if it endured we were glad.

If it faded, we moved on without anger or regret.

Because once upon a time

we all loved.