A Childhood Dream

All alone, up on the hills, lost in faraway thoughts,
of fairies, magic and childhood dreams.
As if magic exists,
Flowers, hazel eyes, she appeared to me.
Something mystical, unspeakable filled my heart,
so natural we were both meant to be.
Fate, I thought was behind this
or perhaps chance had a hand on it.
To bring about a match to move the heavens.
Alas, it was not to be.
Cruelty seems to win the day.
Romeo and Juliet was who we were meant to be
Farewell, my love ... ...
and to what may have been.

- Author, a childhood friend who shares this beautiful poem with me many years ago