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The Days of Rose Petal Wine

In our youth and days of rose petal wine.
My love was only yours and you were mine.
I dream of those days when we were as one.
A deep, deep love that could not be undone.
Even the three fates could not have foretold.
That all your love for me would have gone cold.
Your heart darkened and hardened by the night.
As the storm raged the evening of our fight.
When you told me you had found another.
Your heart stepped back from me even farther.
You are only a thought in the distance.
A very small part of my existence.
In our youth and days of rose petal wine.
My love was only yours and you were mine.