The stream of loss caress these days
As time awaits morn’s torpid gaze
Calls forth with gentle fragile frame
To rise beneath this silent shame

What meaning did I lose with she?
I do not know yet must leave be
Love’s paradox is to let go
To not would be a selfish show

And thus the curtain fades away
My love for her has yet to shade
A prayer fixated on a dime
Is that she may return in time

Very good, smileycam! (And welcome! )
The first verse sounds like it could have been written mid-17th century.
Have you heard this quote?
'If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was.'

For variants of it, look here:
http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/7729.htm
And, No! I wouldn't buy a used religion from the guy shown below!

Have a look at some other people's poetry.
<hint, hint! >
And post something on those.
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