What is old is new again

What is old,
is new again;
like our love,
that years ago began.

Now blossomed,
and matured;
we came through all four seasons,
back to where we first sang.

Older,
but none the wiser;
in youth we knew it all,
come of age and we’re not so sure.

Romance fades,
when hope drifts;
we loose sight,
when we take flight.

The hours,
tick slowly by;
come home,
and quickly the years pass by.

We wear our coats,
in summer;
and lay in bed,
as if it were dark.

It’s time to leave,
and heal the pain;
we can live our lives,
for everything old is new again.