The Unsung Melody

I still remember, that lovers' point and, those days of love, we vowed to meet across seven seas, like the pairs of dove. An era of ecstasy that was, festooned with sarcasm for fun And ,in a fit of craziness, as, we were poised to die as one. Alas ! the bout of melancholy, that was I was dead in your absence, in desperation ,had chosen to live with ghosts ,in a city of silence.