Poem for my Dearest Lady – Lenore
By: Gary Washington AKA Michael Venegar
It seems like only yesterday when I was proud and free;
the love I use to share with her without this misery.
I tend to think and often wonder, how her smile was so lively and gay;
but when I really think of it, she was actually made that way.
The love we shared was not so common, as most people like to think;
it was as if my life was incomplete, and she was the missing link.
I remember when I met her in that grand old season spring;
she approached me rather awkwardly, but her beauty was easily seen.
Her eyes seemed to glisten with a sparkle very unique;
and her innocent look of mercy and love was oh so tender and meek.
Her voice was soft as she spoke to me, but ever so plain and clear;
and the words she spoke so gently and mild was of love and of sincere.
We laughed and talked ‘til evening dawned and the sun began to rest;
then I suddenly knew that I was in love a desire I could not repress.
By and by as time ascended, my love for her increased;
happiness filled my everyday life and loneliness had all but ceased.
Lenore was her name this wonderful queen, whose name I’ll never forget;
and cherish forever and even after, that wonderful moment we met.
But one rainy day in the month of May, on the corner of Third and Deschaine;
a store was robbed, a man was killed, and I was to receive the blame.
I was nowhere in sight on this awful night, I explained to my love Lenore;
if I go to jail or that “pit of hell” our love will be no more.
I pleaded my case, oh what a waste when the judge pronounced my guilt;
tears from my eyes brought tears from Lenore and my life began to wilt.
In the first few of my confinement years, she was loyal as one could be;
but slowly and showly she forgot I existed and now I am no longer me.
Well, I’m sleepy now it’s after Ten, I guess I’ll join them in their snore;
and hope tonight I dream again about my love LENORE.