A picture of pleasure,
of joy
and delight.
An image, a treasure,
the colours
once bright.

There was no tomorrow
’t Was just
You and me
No worry, no sorrow
The future
seemed free.

We met, but we parted.
Countless tears
I did weep
Kept longing, warmhearted
for love,
love so deep.

Is love just a word?
Am I longing
in vain?
The colours got blurred
like a gouache
in the rain.

Tooske Hinloopen, 27 april 2022