I Miss Her Days Poem by Nero CaroZiv

I remember her as she was back then in beauty and in gloss;
How sweet and lovely, young full of glee and free of years claim
And now time has crept into her beauty like canker in a fragrant rose
Where are now all her past youth and beauty enclosed like a quenched flame

Wherever I turn from her now, I always see
The laughing shadowy beautiful girl who stood
At midnight by the flowering willow tree,
With eyes that love had made so glowing bright
As the trembling stars of the haze in summer night.

Whenever I turn from her now, I always hear
Her muted laughter in the turf with heavy dew
Those spent years of youth; the years of youth we bear
And the only youth of years we two ever knew


When I turn from her now, I abruptly face to see
What the years of age have done to a beauty as she.

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