Fallen Love ~

He cannot view the stars in the sky
or hear the wind blow through the trees
watch the sun rise or the moon fill the
night sky without thinking of her

The sound of the passing creek or
the big willow tree with the swing
or the flower bed they planted
in the back yard where he stole a kiss
from her enchanting lips

In the bed they shared her scent still
lays upon her pillow where her beauty
would rest that's all that's left of a love
so pure he sleeps alone and lonely with
her scented pillow wrapped in his embrace
his face touching what's left of her that
almost feels real