All I Could See Poem by SPC Kellaway

She was all I could see….

A vision of beauty
Born of a realism
lost in our time
My love still growing
She had to be mine

Each day our eyes meeting
But I as a stranger
was all she saw
My love still growing
I had to have more

Her life a secrecy
I hoped for clarity
that never came
My love still growing
Every day the same

I knew we were fated
I thought it was proper
to be in tune
My love still growing
I prayed to the moon

But then she was taken
My heart truly broken
all torn and cold
My love was dieing
Her memory old

She was all I could see…