Times once were sweet with innocence and purity
With longing for fairy tales, more that they were real
When hours of the day were splendid for believing
In things (found false) , in hope (long lost) , in love (from which to heal) .
Times once were easy full of fervor full of wit full of vision
With will and power and confidence in all our plans
When hours of the night were lovely for dreaming
Of road (found indirect) , of talent (long buried) , of passion (from which we ran) .
Times once were peaceful when you entered my heart
With love with compassion a young boy benevolent
When hours of weeks were wild with living
On tenderness (found tough) , on trust (long guarded) , on endearment (from which we lament) .
Times once were found in these ways beaming with life
With brightness and hope and joy and desire
When weeks of months grew long yet passed quickly
From thoughts (found judgement) , from hearts (long broken) , from words (from which we grew dire) ,
Times once were blissful yet now they are gray
With lacking trust and fear and lies all thieving
When months of years fall short and pass swiftly
Your warmth (found cold) , your love (long diminished) , your face (from which is deceiving) .
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