Was it meandering along narrow streets lined in cobblestone
when you pulled me to your heart just a little closer
as if there was still space to fill that wasn’t already

or beneath the arched bridge beside the river flowing
where I fell into your kiss touching time’s beginning to end

or was it blue moon skies which twinkled in your eye
as you twirled me round lighter than so many years ago

or simply all the stolen moments unearthing
the reflection of my self masquerading as you

discovering the indelible mark on my mosaic soul
that brings me to you over and over again