The Haunting Memories of Her Love

I could not keep my eyes off the most fascinating girl on the dance floor.
She was the queen of the homecoming and the centre of attraction of the ball.
Her crown was glistening in the neon lights, and she was glowing with joy.
The deejay was playing disco music, and the party was going with a swing.
I asked her to dance a slow song with me, and she gladly stretched out her hands.
And I knew from the outset that she was definitely the right person for me.
 
She read my love letter, and she wrote me a few lines in reply to my poem.
We started to date, and we did all the things that gratified our young hearts.
She took me to her home and happily introduced me to her tenderhearted parents.
And I acquainted my mom and dad with the wonderful girl whom I had found.
I was deeply in love with her, so I kissed her lips and told her goodnight.
The following night I held her passionately as we stood in the pale moonlight.
 
I knelt before her with a ring in my hand, and she smilingly accepted my proposal.
She walked down the aisle with me in mid-June as the wedding bells chimed.
We unwrapped the lovely gifts with appreciation and then honeymooned in Spain.
Our love was so exceptional; it could not be more pleasurable than it was.
Now all I have are some pictures of her and the haunting memories of her love.
Hopelessness fills my heart when I think about the beautiful wife that I lost.