Words Fail Me © by Hamish M Anstruther Scotland No learnéd words of mine by diligent language study no writer's skill with verse nor poetic licence body can express my dark moods or prevent me feeling empty She sadly left my world one desolate April Sunday though parting best of friends her leaving left me lonely and flowers did not bloom that dejected April Monday Her image fills my dreams with elegant breathless beauty her scented pale white form drifts graceful through my reverie but restless nights remind me how much I miss her company No brightness in my life my days no longer sunny sad teardrops flood my eyes her going left me unhappy and the distant cruel space between us grew more lengthy No passion for us now no torrid hours of ecstasy no stolen lover's touch no entwined limbs so closely but her essence will remain in my heart for all eternity