Love

By: Bill

A gentle breeze her silken cheek caressed,
Her vision, unrestrained by dark or light.
But in her mind love silently confessed,
A love within - on golden wings took flight.

Took flight, our purest love unleashed,
And soared amongst the Angels overhead.
Too quickly blossomed love; too soon was reached,
Too quickly faded; love was all but dead.

All but dead, yet memory abides,
And journeys forth to heavens gentle door.
Blessed was I for having loved so wise,
My life again... I'd dream of her once more.