He Remembers With Much Sadness

He remembers with much sadness of a love that used to be
All he has left are a few photos and the mental memory
Of a woman of great beauty who could not become his wife
The divorced grandfather in his eighties who knows of the good and bad of life
His one true love she died at twenty when he was only twenty three
They had been engaged to marry but it was not meant to be
She was a victim of cancer twenty does seem young to die
But that life's reaper is not ageist in her case was not a lie
He remembers how he grieved for his lovely young rose of the town
Of blue eyes as blue as ripe sloes and shoulder length wavy hair of chestnut brown
But she died when Spring was blooming and new leaves were on the deciduous trees
It is true indeed that our fondest can be our saddest of memories
It is true time is a healer it can heal love's mental pain
But the memories of his great love till death with him will remain.