House Of Cards Poem by dave lessard

Once our love was beautiful,
perhaps you still remember?
when nothing else mattered,
on an evening in September.
Once our love was wonderful,
like love was meant to be;
full of joy and happiness,
had what others couldn't see.
Once our love was glorious,
in songs that we're singing;
we never saw the roads ahead,
what our paths were bringing.
Once our love was fabulous,
so full of hugs and kisses;
we were blind to everything,
except to our own wishes.
Once our love was plentiful,
until one's fault was found;
the bottom card fell first,
then all came tumbling down.