A New Sonnet Poem by Nick Kasparie

I dare not say her name for fear that I'll
Become consumed by long forsaken woes,
Though maybe I've been happy for a while,
It has been years since last this dread arose.
Her charm and way of speaking have all gone;
My memory holds just a fading scene,
Her smiling face, which I must carry on
In waking dreams, it will stay ever green.
If I could see her once again, I know
It would not be the same as when we met -
Erosion of our youth through time would show
The choice to see her face would cause regret.
What one day gives an endless bound of bliss
May not the next as much as it is missed.