Reminiscence

I talked to her again last night, 
Or should I say this morning? 
We talked until the sky grew light 
With very little warning 
 
I told her everything; the way I've felt, 
And dripping down, her eyes began to melt, 
She told me that she really understands; 
My tears slide down-- caress her silken hands 
 
We synchronize our eyes, 
Our lips align-- 
And I was hers and she was mine... 
 
At least, that's how it should have gone. 
Without that ring around her finger 
Put there by not I, 
But by some other lucky guy; 
But Love cannot be taught-- it lingers. 
Yes, indeed it lingers on. 
 
Of Utopia I won't partake. 
In dreams I'm tortured by the bliss, 
For every day when I awake, 
I still can taste her kiss