The days are gone when love was free,
for I shared their love with no one but me.
a love so pure and clear to feel,
as my sorrow and joy were filled with ease.

those beautiful days are now gone afar,
as all that's left are memories of fear.
their laughter and smile filtered the air.
and their melodious voices I admired so dear.

the days are gone when love was free,
but every love now is worth my fee.
I miss their love I miss their grace,
as my parents are those whose love where pure.

© hawa