Those Nights of Yonder:
Those nights of yonder times gone by,
Survived youth to become my dreams,
Compare these days how they do fly,
One to the other it doth seems.
O how I wish your sweet return,
Those precious moments were so rare,
The passions that seared and did burn,
When all the girls appeared so fair.
No longer do I yearn so much,
All those dreams now so far away,
Memories now of her touch,
And for evermore they shall stay.
For I now know the open door,
Has many perils yet no floor.
(Eight syllables per line)
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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