Could I Be Losing You Poem by Joseph Anderson

More then I could realize
You, dear one with flashing eyes,
Lifted me unto the skies,
Before the fall.

What once was true is true no more,
Since fate came and closed the door
To your heart, now I stand poor,
Against the wall.

Must my wounded heart now die,
When it needs to soar and fly
Like an eagle, hear my cry-
My heart enthrall

Could you love me, love me soon
From the morn, til fullest moon?
'Twold make my life as bright as noon.
Please hear my call.