Love Poem: Old Days
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Written by: Paul Warren

Old Days

The scent of you takes me
To a place when we were free
To do and be what we wanted to be
When each day was a memory 

I still want to call your name 
And see you smile knowing our game
So when the band plays our song
I want to close my eyes and sing along

Show me that we can live again
And have each moment to make amends
And while away the hours in each other’s arms
I want to again explore your many charms.

© Paul Warren Poetry