When I Am Feeling Low Poem by Cree Stewart

When I am feeling low and sad and blue
I sit alone and sigh and think of you
And gaze up at the lonely midnight moon
But I see your handsome face all to soon
Wanting your lonesome memory to fade
Wishing you would have stayed
Desiring your gentle hand upon my face
Contented least with your leaving pace
Yet you called and said you loved me today
Suddenly all those memories went astray
Then you took my hand and led me away
Like the night we played in the grassy hay
For remembering the night you knelt
That then my heart began to melt