Fond memories

Alone she was and smiling,

Her eyes said she was lost

In a faraway land,

Someone asked her,

“Why are you smiling alone?,”

And she replied,

With shyness and love in her voice,

Sweeter than a thousand silver bells,

As only a woman in love can say,

“I have my beloved in my heart

And thoughts of him

In my mind,

Where am I alone?”