Twenty-three years after I met the woman who is now my wife, we are struggling to rebuild what is left of a once passionate love. Can it be done? I don't know. But I remember what we once had, and hope that maybe we can have it once again. These are my thoughts about that long-ago love that we shared.<P>INDIAN SUMMER DAY<P>I love the sweet nostalgia of a sun-dappled<BR>Indian summer day - it reminds me of <BR>Our loves first blush.<BR>It's a sepia-toned memory, tinted<BR>By the dusky twilight of an autumn day,<BR>Languid as the early October sun,<BR>And just as fleeting.<P>For me our new love was sweet and exciting!<BR>Our kisses as thrilling<BR>As the tart taste of freshly pressed apple cider.<BR>My passion for you rained down about me<BR>Like a fiery torrent of<BR>Bright red maple leaves.<P>Watching you walk <BR>Through mounds of crackling yellow oak leaves,<BR>A wistful smile upon your lips, I knew.<BR>My uncertain heart became quiet<BR>As a soft, misty fall morning,<BR>And warmed like a bonfire<BR>Against the chill October night.<P>