I MISS THE DAYS...

A Poem by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

I miss the days when it all made sense
When all the jokes weren't made at my expense
When laughter prevailed, and tears didn't stand a chance

I miss the days when love would find romance
When you and I could join for a dance
When you could win me over with just a stare and a glance

I miss the days when you came to my defense
When all your words were of love, not offense
When we didn't have to worry about cause or consequence

I miss the days when you thought I had relevance
When you treated me with little or no irreverence
When losing me was bad riddance

I miss the days when we were two in France
When the smell of your body was my favorite fragrance
When understanding our passion was not a matter of intelligence

I miss the days when you and I could speak in the present tense
When I was a direct object in all your loving sentences
When I was cited in your verses in very particular instances

I miss the days when love was our deliverance
When all of my words held enough credence
When we didn’t have to act with such prudence

I miss the days when desire was intense
When your touch gave me confidence
When all the rest was nonsense

I miss the days…

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