Lost Love

Oh! How I wish for the sun, sea,
and the raven hair beauty that once used to be.
We danced and sang and loved on the
sandy beaches, near the open sea.

We captured time in a bottle
and threw it into the deep blue water.
We slowly sipped our glass of wine,
and laughed at the silly things we did
each time we used to dine.

But our love was not to be.
For you see…

On a cold rainy night in Barcelona,
my darling fell ill and suffered from
a devastating chill.

A gossamer winged Angel
came in the dark of night,
and took my raven hair
beauty on a heavenly flight.

I can still see her smiling face,
surrounded by white Spanish
lace and feel her loving grace.

The lonely months have turned to years,
but that hasn’t stopped the flow of my
daily tears.

I wish I could find that
bottle floating in the sea
and turn back time…
for her and me.

So that raven hair beauty in her
lovely white gown could hear
those cathedral bells chiming
that beautiful wedding sound.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002

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