Each day you were here
Your presence
Envoked me to cheer
But now I’m trading
Cheer away
Fragrance fading
Color growing dim
Life ebbing
Losing all your vim
I am losing you
Never more
To be within view
With a tear in my eye
My sweet rose
I bid you goodbye
Your petals I’ll keep
As they fall
Like tears I weep
Rhymed Syllable Lunes
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 