The rose-tinted glasses
of nostalgia in it's finest form.
Where the confusion and torment
has become the myth surrounding a simple story
of
summertime love in
Quebecois gardens,
and the truth speaks of nothing more dramatic
than
soft smiles, and
arm in arm strolling.
A quiet peaceful reflection of past passion
that is
less a wave in the ocean
than a ripple in a pond.
A small town tale
of big city love
that
glazes over memories and leaves them
shimmering over our shoulders,
to look back upon
with lingering fondness.
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