Broad days are less difficult now
Than they always were, or seemed;
And I had forgotten what a simple
And substantial thing is love.
I hope we can remember in old age
Those simple, precious feelings
When close we touched our hands,
Held warm our closeness,
And spoke of love.
You have cleared and freed my mind
As those first few days in Spring can do,
When everything in time makes sense,
And everything in life is new.