Waning Love

There was a time when I knew she loved me.
Yes, that was a very long time ago.
Her every word and deed, the way that she
Looked at me, her way of saying, hello!
I just knew, needing no confirmation.
But when it came: I love you my dearest,
An overwhelming giddiness begun.
A Reeling as though drunk is the nearest
Comparison to explain it.Today
The words are few, most deeds begrudged. Her love
Once true has waned in a well-mannered way:
Like moonlight once bright, now, none to speak of.
It's very hard to state what was the cause
This we know, it will ne'er be like it was.

poem by Albert Ahearn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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