If you wish to rekindle an old love perhaps you could add this sonnet.

A sonnet (Elizabethan form)


I don?t know why I stopped beside the door,
A single stride inside that lonely space;
Why did my mind deny me one step more,
Present me with an image of your face?
Could it have been the shadows on the wall,
The light, a half-heard sound, perhaps the scent
Of fuchsias, made my vagrant mind recall
Those happy years when all our time we spent
In each other?s lives, and minds, and frantic arms?
It?s brutish life that makes us all forgo
The memories of youth and all its charms.
Why I remembered I shall never know;
But on that day, my dear, I stood and cried
For pledges broken and a love denied.

Basil 2001