The Days When You Were Mine

 I branded the day we met in my mind

With a flaming iron shining and slick with a painful shine

Hoping never to forget

The days where you where mine

 

I was only a poor, young maiden

And a handsome lad were you

But still we loved a lovely love

Strong as well as true

 

A friendship first it started

And only that we thought it should be

But secretly we had a love

More than Edgar and Annabel Lee

 

The sea could not wash us away

The forceful winds we turned our backs upon

And when you said you loved me

The battle, we thought, we had won

 

Our hearts fluttered gently

And our hands intertwined

Compassion and care made up the day

The days where you were mine

 

But on one horrid, ghastly day

I am sorry, I do say

For the tales of love, here I end

To give you the tale of my worlds end, I begin

 

The ground shook, the mountains crumbled

And the sea went dry

Where, where were you?

For only you I cried!

 

The transition happened so slowly

But deep inside I die, so deep inside

Slowly in a burning flame

My brand fell, and I died

 

And though you slayed me

Fellow, quite fine

I never will forget

The days when you were mine.

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This poem was excellent! I loved the way the words flowed off my lips!

[KAREN]

Memories that you hold on to, painful but yet it's all you have left! Felt the pain !
Excellent write!

[Jeffrey Gershom]

Wow! I really like this poem! It's great to read something with a traditional flavor.
Free verse is okay; it has its purpose, but to have structure with rhyme. I like the mention of Poe/Annabel Lee. I truely relate to your poem. My branding moment was 27 years ago and that transition is only now feeling real.
Masterfully crafted.