Long-Passed Days Poem by Belle Violet

Here as I sit and wander
through my years,
sprawled carelessly on pages
from my youth,
I remember once, I'd have a love;
He'd tortured me,
if you should want the truth.
My heart was not yet stone when he was mine.
Haunted my fairest dreams,
this handsome ghost;
and in such dreams, I dreamt,
our lips entwined,
but there was one he loved
yet deeper most.
Regretfully, I'd lost my precious gift
to one not worthy of his lovely kiss.
And since that day more deeply do I drift
into
my lonely station,
and she?
Bliss.
Soon years had passed and
old we had both grown.
I bitter, hard;
and he was slightly gray.
But now his lady's gone
and we're alone,
living as we'd lived
in long-passed days.