Kevin Michael Bloor

Lost Love

I held love in my arms one summer

till summer\'s heat began to fade.

Then like a bee-bright honey hummer

she flew away down tree-lined glade.

 

I missed her golden, gleaming tresses;

I missed her eyes of China Blue;

I missed her shape in skin-tight dresses;

I missed, for I did love her true.

 

I lost her loving for a lifetime,

but I could not forget her smile.

As ghost, she came to haunt my night-time,

with beauty that could still beguile.

 

I pined for her until the twilight

began to cast its aging spell.

I wept for her as tears and moonlight

upon my poet’s pages fell.

 

I saw, once more, the love I’d longed for

( when love had long been buried deep.)

Her daughter’s babe this gran did care for;

she did not smile; I did not weep.