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.
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