You have still the magic touch,
In my heart - everywhere;
Years gone by, the truest judge,
Walking through the years.

Listen to the sound and beat,
When you walk an empty street;
My love is still all around,
Lost is always found.

Why should we now say goodbye,
When we could again still try;
Fight our love back to our heart,
Make a fresh new start.

Peter S. Quinn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/20-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/