I liked the poem, is a bit simple, maybe that is where it beauty resides.

When you have loved and lost, or maybe just thought you loved... well Even the single memory of an afternoon watching her eyes is paradise. You know.. the feleeling you get when the insides of your nose go a little soft, and in your throat and belly get this fuzzy warm feeling.

Maybe paradise is an ideal after all. :)

interesting poem, pretty ideas. good work

keep writing