Lost Love. Poem by dave lessard

I typed your name, that hasn't changed,
but the name is not the thing you are;
you were beautiful when first we met,
now I only view you from afar.

You let your self run down,
you are no longer cute;
you are no longer lovely,
no words come to my mind, I'm mute.

I was so proud of you back then,
proud to have you hanging on my arm;
now you've lost that luster,
and that sunny charm.

I mistook you for a bag lady,
a helpless, homeless being;
it was tough to see you in that way,
denying what my eyes were seeing.

But it was you, and my heart broke,
to know that once we were together;
that you were a feast fortired eyes,
what happened to my earthly treasure?