In Those Days

In those days…
That art noe more,
Moments cherished, from before,
When such it was, my one desire,
Was only e’er, of thee –
But such alas, twas not to be,
For thou felt not, the same, for me,
Thus in those days…
That art noe more,
We parted company –
Yet to this day…
Tis oft I wonder,
What e’er became of thee,
For though much time has passed,
My love for thee remains –
For like those days…
That art noe more,
And the moments cherished, from before,
Still it is, my one desire,
And that, only e’er, is thee.