That haunted house on the hill top stays

all the summers in my heart.

Haunted with dreams I never saw

lest I forget them in the bitter sway

of time's regretful, treacherous way.

You will find all the freshly cut flowers in array

exuding the perfume all the same,

and in the mirror the same girl smile

at you with same profile leaning a bit towards you.

You will hear a whisper, "I have a dream; but take it easy.

Let it not disturb you."

A haunted house where if you had stayed a bit longer

she would have loved you for sure.