Days Of Old

How I long for days of old
When love was a story sung...not told
Of innocent ladies in distress
A fairy tale story at its best

For in those days a hero we see
On his white steed he came to be
Saving hearts that were on the line
A tale I could hear a thousand times

Today holds firm to a taunting reality
It's a world that wont let dreams be
With two feet planted on the ground
You silence your heart from making a sound

So take me back to some time ago
Where my love would be mine to show
If I could speak then of this love for you
Would you like to go back too?

~THE FLOWING PEN~

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