Nameless Nymph [2]

In the moment our eyes first met by chance,
a tale unfurled I would come to regret:
a laugh, an exchange, a meeting, a dance,
a lazy autumn stroll, chasing sunset.
Matching cardigans we learned how to knit,
mountains reflecting your head on my chest,
through the train window in a cab unlit.
A candle, a ring, a promise, a yes,
a vow, a home, three children and two pets.
A sunrise on rockers, two seniors smile:
and in our eyes we espy no regrets.
A tale of nameless love sure to beguile
In the moment, a love, I alone hold:
a tale unwritten, a poem untold.