Heart We Will Forget Him Poem by Helen Crutchett

Heart, we will forget him
With the power of our might
A sorry tale that we could write
If I did not feel so trite!

We will member precious love
The cooing of the gentle dove
You may forget the warmth he gave
I will remember the barmy nights

Sweet blush of a rising mood
His sonnets making me swoon
I will forget the light
You can remember the flame...

The candle's burned
The world has turned
Leaving me alone
Without my poet's love ~