I Will Find Her Poem by David Darbyshire

I heard her talking behind me,
the voice of a dove so free.
Her laughter was poetry to my ears,
as I turn to look, she disappears.

I follow the scent of her perfume,
that's all that was left in the room.
I ran to see were she went to,
she left, I'll have to start anew.

I do not have her shoe,
I do not have her name,
I do not know what to do?
I suppose I'm to blame.

My heart is full of sorrow,
I will look again tomorrow.
It is hard to figure out were,
but I am sure I will find her.