Lost Love

When palm trees sway
In the evening breeze,
The sun, a golden globe,
Sinks into the darkening seas,
Tango music drifting
From the beach,
I think of you, my love,
On eves like these,
Those nights we spent
'neath the silvery moon
Till cruel fate tore us apart
- too soon - too soon.
Whatever you may do
Wherever you may be,
I often wonder if you
Sometimes think of me...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz