In Loving Memory

Sweet tears cover my face
as I look into your eyes of memory.
I feel I am a disgrace
lost in your soul full of sparkling emery.

You wrap me in loving trust
yet your heart belongs to another young dove.
I feel that my pain will bust
my bleeding spirit be left lost as you look above.

For your eyes speak no lie
I, but shadow of one etched in perfection.
I let you not see me cry
even though I am hurt by love's infection.

Your eyes shine when you speak
of a girl you once loved with such a passion.
Deep in your heart you will keep
a kind fondness for her that you can not ration.

My sweet knight how can it be
you love me so true when even her memory
still does set your heart free.