Our Love

I remember how she thumbed her hair,
And those eyes, my lovely lady fair.
With one hand, across those curly locks,
Yet coquettish she, still like a fox.
Entranced was I, as she passed by,
Could it be me, that she would die
With love so high, none can deny
Our love that is not a mem'ry.
But it is that make the trees shake,
It is that make the winds awake.
It is our love that soars the sky,
Forever flew, forever left
As the stars and the seas I see,
As Eternal, not a memory.

- February 25, 2006