A Woman's Prelude

When you left
tears led your train away.
Had the year passed in one year,
this love would not hold it's fragrance, dear,
this love would not upset, but grow.

Now that you are gone,
these tears do feel their value --
yet no tears may compensate,
the love they wash, too rare...

I smile.

Not from release, but strength.
Your love did not leave that day,
it remained, here in my world.
Your face transforms daily;
the love you gave, I keep.

It fills these nights --
Winds too cold for travel,
Feelings too warm for sleep.