Twas Sweet

I remember what was sweet.
I remember you and me.
Our relationship could not be beat.
For it twas sweet.
Yet years made me weak.
Fighting always to please.
It became a game of knowing everything.
Perfection became a need.
Childlike faith became obsolete.
 I remember it twas sweet.
Please return to me.
Find me under the tree.
Where we used to meet.
God I want to believe,
That it could be you and me.
Once again, under the tree.
For that twas sweet.

R.d. Jess