Now That the Wrinkles Speak

Where in the world are you now?
Tell me, do you ever think of me?
My thoughts cross the ocean, kiss
and caress you like they used to.

Do you remember the long nights,
under the candlelight, our looks
that transmitted thousands of
words; those hours that slipped
by without noise; that unique
passion and our love?

What would it be like if we met
again, now that the wrinkles
speak about us? Would we've
lost in each other's eyes, a tear
trying to hide?

What would it be like if we met
again? Would I laugh out loud
at your jokes? Would we defy
time only for a second? Would
I feel immortal, as when I was
in love?