Recollections 2

A poem fragment to his beloved.

It was on this bright, dewy April morn,

that e'er was heard a melancholy deep,

o'er clouded-sorrow hailed in me, reborn,

Time granted me no peace, no chance to sleep.

I then walked on, still hoping wistfully,

that one may help me out this dream so fake.

Then like a wish come true; a make or take.

You, oh yes! You came to me so willingly.

A million thanks have I to share with you.

Before the glowing sunset breaks, and I must bid adieu.

Author's Note

Thank you!