Idealised love lost,
In dreams of children grown,
Where Innocence departed,
We all matured on the surface,
Into women of control,
Directors of homes,
Careers,marriages and kids,
In our thirties,
With sprouts of white hair,
Proof of wisdom,
Tired days of toil past,
Unaccomplished dreams wiped clean,
Out of databank systems,
With remnants of dust,
Remaining here and there,
And hope unrecovered,
But pink clouds still remain,
Somewhere in the past,
Where passionate love,
Once conquered all.