Our Moment

We walked for a moment together,

A brief span from the years of my life.

I loved her as Irish love Heather,

And wanted her for my wife.

She was sweet as perfume from a flower,

Her beauty as a dew sparkling rose,

As fresh as a brief April shower,

But, our moment came to a close.

So saddened was I at her death.

How brief were the years of her life;

As short as a gasping breath---

She would never become my wife.

I'll never find, though I try,

Another as radiant as she,

Who stood on a pedestal, high,

For all, her beauty, to see.

Though years have passed since that time

Her mem'ry is fresh as a rose.

The love which we shared was sublime

Till our moment came to a close.

By L. B. Strawn

September 25, 1980

This is pure fiction.