Could It Be?

Could it be that love was wrong
When first I saw you there?
Could it be my feelings strong
Were foolish to forswear?

In my mind, I yet return
To time of joy and bliss,
And every day I take the time
To with myself reminisce.

Is my heart a broken toy
Forgotten in the dark?
Or is it solid thing
On which one makes no mark?

Not a day goes by without
Some thoughts of what has past.
Yet still today I cannot seem
To from your beauty my eyes cast.