Waning Love Poem by Albert Ahearn

There was a time when I knew she loved me.
Yes, that was a very long time ago.
Her every word and deed, the way that she
Looked at me, her way of saying, hello!
I just knew, needing no confirmation.
But when it came: I love you my dearest,
An overwhelming giddiness begun.
A Reeling as though drunk is the nearest
Comparison to explain it.Today
The words are few, most deeds begrudged. Her love
Once true has waned in a well-mannered way:
Like moonlight once bright, now, none to speak of.
It's very hard to state what was the cause
This we know, it will ne'er be like it was.