Darling past is past, always,
All your moods and turning ways;
Ships on seas that don't return,
Flames in heart that burn.
Were we just two stupid fools?
Finding out indifference rules;
All this talk of sincerity,
Never meant to be.
Is fate playing tricks on us?
So we'll find out about loss;
Baby, I am still born a fool,
My heart you still rule.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/24-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
