First.

You must know

that I do not love you less

(but more,

if that is possible).

But when I see her,

she fills my heart

with sunshine

and with daisies

(her favorite flowers).

When she dances across my memory,

I am caught again

in the net of her sweet love.

I can never let her go,

and I hope that you will understand,

but when I see her smiling out

through your eyes,

or catch a remembered gesture

or expression,

I can never forget,

and will always love

the woman that you are now

and the girl that I met

on her 19th birthday.

 

© by William Robertson.

Used with the author’s permission.