Old Man Remembering

In a room of modest charm, above a tavern of little worth,
A shelter worn but warm, a speck upon the earth.
Through panes that framed the sight of alleys dim and tight,
The whispers of the night, where shadows danced till light.
 
Below, the joyful cries of laborers at play,
They laughed as young girls led them astray.
But in our space so meek, upon a bed so plain,
Our bodies found their lifetime homes within love’s tender reign.
 
For in her was my soul's delight, my first love's gentle grace,
A woman, fair and bright, who'd share my life's embrace.
Now years have slipped away, in loneliness I now dwell,
Yet memories still sway and harden me with passion's timeless spell.
 
In this quiet house I sit, with the solitude my old friend,
Ink now flows as I recall how silent you’d softly bend.  
I'm lost in reverie, with each line I pen,
Drunk on the memory, of youth's sweet love again.