The Days of Yore

The days of yore,
have passed us by,
as youthful love
has become a why.

Why did we waste,
those youthful days,
full of love,
ripe with praise.

Do you recall,
your happiest time,
when love was free,
when you were mine?

I long for all,
the youthful bliss,
when love was more,
than a simple kiss.

I'll be here,
for you my sweet,
as only you,
make my life complete.