Oh to stroll along the river’s edge as was our wont to do In those days so long ago when love was fresh and new We’d wander through the dandelions picking one or two Bestowing them upon each other pledging we’d be true You’d tuck them gently in my hair they made a bed for two Your ecstatic face above me haloed by skies so blue Those golden days are gone forever flown so swiftly out of view But I’d see the dandelions dancing if I was there again with you © Andrea Da Costa ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love. ~ Henry Drummond