Waning Love
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 difficult to say just was the cause
This we know, it will ne'er be like it was.
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