When autumn’s heavenly alchemy
Does gild with gold the hues of summer past;
Fond memories of you return to me,
As I recount the joining of our paths.
I still recall the softness of your eyes;
The cascades of your lustrous raven hair;
In reverie you’re ever by my side—
In nightly dreams, you lie beside me there.
Truth, honesty and beauty fused in one—
A countenance of porcelain so fine;
A fairer flower never kissed the sun—
A rarer treasure, never could be mine.
What can a fool, in ink, attempt to do,
But pay tribute to an angel fair as you.

© Loubert S Suddaby.  All Rights Reserved.