Can u evaluate COLLS POEM WRITTEN SOME 6 DECADES AGO''HER MEMORY REFLECTS''?

HER MEMORY REFLECTS
THE NIGHT HAS COME BUT MY LOVE IS FAR AWAY,
SHE DOES IN HAPPINESS AND LAUGHTER SWAY,
'TIS ONLY LEFT FOR ME TO BROOD AND DIE,
OH WHY DID I LOVE HER OH WHY?

DOES SHE STILL KNOW ME ,FOR TIMES PAST LONG,
I WOULD THAT SHE IN LOVE DID GET STRONG,
;CAUSE I LOVE HER MORE THAN I DO MYSELF RIGHT,
AS SHE'S NEVER EVEN COMMITTED A MISTAKE SLIGHT.

;TIS MY FAULT THAT I LOVED HER AND TRULY,
FOR SHE KNOWS ME NOT AT ALL REALLY.
SHE;S GONE LIKE THE PASSION OF A SUMMERS EVE,
BUT LEFT ME FAR BEHIND TO MOURN AND GRIEVE.

CRAVING THE EMBRACE OF AN UNKNOWN NIGHTINGALE SWEET,
DESIRING TO ATTAIN HER IF EVER WE DO MEET,
I CRAVE FOR THE WARMTH OF HER ARMS AND BREASTS,
LET HER SEND ME THROUGH A SERIES OF TESTS.

WHY DO I WANT TO SEE HER ONLY ONCE MORE,
FOR THIS I HAVE NO ANSWER FOR SURE.
SHE;S GONE LIKE THE PASSING WIND AND VANISHED IN SPACE,
ALL I HAVE IS TO VISUALISE HER BEAUTY AND CHARMING FACE.

TO BE CONTD SPACE? PLEASE SORRY 4 ALL CAPITALS IT WAS THE AUTHORS WISH

It is the same old story of pining and groaning under the pangs of love. The weight of love is heavy and many in the history of mankind have undergone this problem; None knew the secret of resolving the problem. The loss and suffering are that of the lover; but his loss is the gain of us all, for we have gained a lovely poem and witnessed the demonstration of the pangs of love. Let the time be the healer of the wound he sustained in the war called love. In this war, he has suffered many a sling of emotions arising out of the thought of that of heartless lady love, who has left him high and dry.