Upon the Waves of Memory

I see the glow of love upon her face

As if an ember brightened by a breeze,

A rose of passion on a fevered cheek,

Her pensive mood reveals such signs as these –

A soft and lustrous sheen bejewelling skin,

Her eyes like distant stars that dazzling beam

Their radiance to earth in silver nights

And all her movements married as in dream.

I tell you friend the signs of love are clear.

Your look has changed, you speak a softer tone,

And seem to move more quietly and dwell

Within her ambiance no more alone.

Perhaps I have misread the vital signs

And looking back remembered beauty lost;

I do not know but I shall sing tonight

Upon the waves of memory now tossed.