Sonnets of penned passions, <br />Sing of love's sweet song, <br />Lingering memories of love, <br />Golden days gone wrong. <br /> <br />Our hearts desired nothing, <br />But a time for me and you, <br />Golden days, with no reality, <br />Our love we thought so true. <br /> <br />Like sonnets penned in scarlet, <br />Worn pages, now pink in hue, <br />Our love was lost forever, <br />But once it was so true. <br /> <br />But those golden days, <br />In my heart are always true, <br />For they are penned in sonnets, <br />Golden days of me and you.<br /><br />Teresa Dearing<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-days-4/
