Abby Poem by John Molloy

Never again to fade away
The memory of a smile,
The crease upon a hip,
The lips upon a lake
Of stillness pure and blue.

She made me so I say
'neath Cathedral spires above
The shadow of a maiden
Who's name was apt in Abby.

We kissed amiss and unaware
Of crowds of families spent
Of all the spirit here aspark
When eyes were closed aglanced.

Without a word
We held on tight,
To part would never come;
Until the salt of all the world
Did burn upon our hour.