Of A Voice

For she was once a true love of mine

With a voice so pure

But she was out of reach

Out of my shaking grasp


I remember that night

Moving me in such a way

Words would only fail to express

What I felt to her


But now I question the nature

Of my love for her

Her beauty was absolute but hidden

'Neath a smile so dear


Could I ever have been with her?

I do think my love was nothing more

Than excitement of events

At prospects seen to be false


Oh yes she was once

A true love of mine

If indeed that shallow feeling

Were love and not just a meeting of the eye

Giving me a smile