Lost Love

Oh! How adoring to see my darling’s face Like a delicate flower bloomed in autumn days Her eyes so divine, with an angelic grace There she stands silent, with a charming smile, worth of praise Softly she speaks, words of innate love Gently pouring the bliss of her mellowing feel Suddenly I felt, lifting to the sky so azure above Blissful, her presence like an angel, winged my zeal But you left me all alone for days of blue Still a precious pearl to be sought True is my love, which I treasure for you Would you be mine, my fervent thought?