Waning Love

There was a time when I knew she loved me. Yes, that was a very long time ago. Her every word and deed, the way that she Looked at me, her way of saying, hello! I just knew, needing no confirmation. But when it came:" I love you my dearest!" An overwhelming giddiness begun: A Reeling as though drunk is the nearest Comparison to explain it. Today The words are few, most deeds begrudged. Her love Once true has waned in a well-mannered way: Like moonlight once bright, now, none to speak of. It's difficult to say just was the cause This we know, it will ne'er be like it was.