Once Loved




The birds sing no sad lament

no tears for spring's sweet song

but of what is without regrets

for what has been is never gone


On unfurled wings of memory

through starlit night they soar

until gentle dawn enfolds me

until darkness claims no more


Until our smiles softly shared

are the only portraits to remain

and quiet days and nights we cared

yeild forth the truths they sustain


To have truly loved

if only once

to be loved but briefly

is enough



~Teri~