Love Was Once

Love was once
  the hot chocolate you long for in the ice cold winter,
  the skinny dip you do under the summer sun,
  the scent that you love most during spring,
and those were few of many in the list.

Alas,
love was once of all those things,
but no longer of the same meaning,
for what she knows is torn apart,
and breaks the hearts of two young souls.

But believe when she sings,
  love was once a happy tale,
  passed through all the years,
  oh, the smiles on faces,
  and songs in voices.

But sadly love  was once; and ends in hail.