One True Love/Those Nights

This poem must be at least thirty years old. It is the first thing I ever commited to paper. Was meant to be a song, but I can't write music. However, I did find that I was good at rhyming, and the meter worked too.


When I met you,
On a warm night,
You were sitting,
All alone.

So I sat down,
Right beside you,
And the seeds of,
Our love were sown.

You were smiling,
On that glad night,
When I asked you,
To be my wife.

Your eyes were shining,
With a deep joy,
When you replied,
“For all my life.”

My heart was singing,
At your answer,
It was the greatest,
I’d ever felt.

But we had no,
Time to rejoice,
Before the fateful,
Blow was dealt.

You were gasping,
Clutching your heart,
Slipped to the ground,
Then were still.

It was so sudden,
I couldn’t help you,
I hadn’t even,
Known you were ill.

When you left me,
On that cold night,
I was kneeling,
At your side.

You reached out and,
Clasped my right hand,
Then you smiled,
And quietly died.

In the silence,
Of that sad night,
There was nothing,
I could do.

So I knelt there,
Kissed your soft hand,
Then I broke down,
And cried for you.

Now I remember,
On those warm nights,
Your perfect beauty,
Your shining eye


I will never,
Meet another,
Who will match you,
My misplaced prize.

You will always,
Be my true love,
Right up to,
My dying day.

Then we will always,
Be together,
It should have always,
Been that way.