Gone With The Wind Poem by olam soj

Gone with the wind.
the months, the days and the weeks
her stressful times despite shes meek
all is gone with the wind.

My passions,
her fashions,
gone with the wind.
so many promises not to leave
the thought of my wife to be
all is gone with the wind.

Gone with the wind
even as i see,
try so hard to hold on it
couldn't stand the angry breeze
that made me look like a beast.

Her smile
her cry
gone with the wind.
her care
so fair
all is gone with the wind.

Even as i write,
i couldnt stop to cry.
the breeze had blown it high.
high, higher it goes to the sky.
oh! i feel to die.
all is gone with the wind.

The good time we share,
the bad time we bare,
gone with the wind.
our vissions
our missions
all is gone with the wind.

what next to discribe?
to fit in this line
its not a lie,
the love of my life
is gone with the wind.