I miss her face, it's beauty, and it's beauty lost.
Her appearance, ethereal, in nights dreams.
Would that i could hold her misty body in my arms.
I awaken, sigh mightily into the morning dawn.
Ahead lies another day, one I'm glad too have.
Rarely do i let the, if only, get too me, and then.
Ah memories crash in, singular moments of
love and harmony,as we walked and talked on
many spring mornings,moments of love long ago.
Now here I am her beauty lost forever too my dreams
I would weep, though Liz i know would say live, love,
move on, how, that question is the big, if only, unsolved.
Comment On This Poem -- Vote for this poem
Select a comment or add your own
Two Thumbs Up!
looking forward to more!