Gone Are Those Days Poem by Paris Thulare

I used to sing sweet tunes unto you my dear,
I used to blaze my very best lines,
With joy favouring our bolded hearts,
And yet the dark cloud fell unexpectly.
Seen is on flee
It's your words against mine,
Pride is before our eyes,
And slowly we are becoming the enemies of love.

Gone are those days,
When i used to you call mine,
In return you would pour me smiles.
Gone are those minutes i used to wear cloud nine,
And you would call me a lucky charm.

There i recall, sank our ship of romance because of pride
that wiped our love like mice at the centre of nile.