louise

Not in forgotten memories of admiration

where once you lived hard, unremembered

nor in thoughts of that queenly abdication

not your quiet desperation, dismembered

but achingly out of reach of my capacity

not understood beyond time's veneer

your soul shines above with audacity

a torch, a candle, a shimmering chandelier

piercing the grey splendour so vividly

and the mendacity of those who dared

to heap silence upon you so viciously

but failed to quell a spirit, uncompared

that sings and soars and crashes through

I don't know why but I love you, Loulou