In Old Age A Trail Of Beauty Poem by harry hayes

To a lady who thought with love of me,
Precious feelings will remain;
I no longer hear your loving words,
Nor ever shall again.

Time has passed since first we met,
But memories fill my mind;
You unlocked my love without a key,
And the whole of nature smiled.

Perfection for a time we found,
It came with cupid's darts;
Flowers; tree; cloudless skies,
Roses in our hearts.

Heights of joy never reached before,
As we walked hand in hand;
Your face; those eyes; so beautiful;
Only lovers understand.

Dear one, it is midnight now,
Death's shadow clouds your face;
'Love is just a flower' you said,
Each petal still in place.