Merciful times

Strange were those days, when
the grass were greener and
the sun was even more brighter,
when the moon had a halo,which
reflected onto the window panes
And the evening wind blew only for
the two strolling along the lake
When every song old or new,
 melted the already tender hearts
When poetry was blooming and
the stories were marking histories
Strange were those days, when
the times were merciful, and
the moments were eternal.