My Forgotten Beloved
Would that I could remember her face,
Her glorious smile and feminine grace,
And would that I could a memory stir
To recall the days I spent with her.
Would that I could her sweet scent approve,
To wallow in each fragrant curve,
And would that I could feel kisses like rain
That she used to give me, again and again.
Would that I could her gossamer hair
Upon my pillow find it there,
And would that I could time's barrier move
To once more have her as my love.
