A Requiem For Love (Dothnie Thompson)

It is not fair to day nor night That I should call your name without delight Of you smiling upon my sight Memory calls to you in frequent flight Leaving behind only a line Of Khalil Gilbran where I pine And then perhaps it's best you hide For memory calls what was long ago A younger woman, morning's bride Whose ebon hair is beginning to snow And whose curves now to straight lines turn While in my fantasy I yearn All that's left is the magic smile Perhaps, resisting still old grief's assault And wan stars, and moon so senile The hay rots green in love's sorrow brimmed vault Youth is past, our chance is gone, yet Love stays for you stronger than death I will not yield the joy of hope And shall forever call your name and wait I have no other means to cope With the curse upon our fate. Yet too late To be bold and tell of love the plain truth Since we feared rejection in our pursuit