In my room by old window,
As turn lights are dimmed,
The face of new shy moon
Presents a dream genuine,
Simply the light of my love,
As you haunt me enthralled
I hear the sweet doves coo,
In the morning stillness call,
Your photo beams a shout,
As it whispers from my wall,
Silent, as the sun lights out,
Under the moon at nightfall.
Memories swirl in my diary,
I remake what has now fled,
What simple pleasures cry,
In jots for moony tears shed,
Window to worlds now sad,
In faintest light beyond true,
My black haired, lovely lad,
I will always remember you.
