When Poem by dave lessard

When the day is sometimes lonely
and the night-time rather long;
it's of our love that I think only
and the memories of your song.

When our youth was full of glory
and the passion sweet and strong;
how many kisses told our story?
and of our love that did no wrong.

When the days were never lonely
when the nights were never long;
there was nothing ever phony
there was nothing ever wrong.

When the rainbow's end was reached
and there was sunshine in the rain;
love was great and never breached
and there was but one steady gain.

When the world was blue and bright
and the angels were our friend;
when we never heard of plight
and of roads that never end.