Days of Yore
I loved the poems I would write
Most were written late at night
And what I'd always strive to do
Was have them waiting there for you
When you woke up, the first bouquet
Of fragrant words to start your day
You used to love them, told me so
But anymore I just don't know
Copyright © Miguel El Trovador | Year Posted 2025
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