Speak thee not of love forgot
for all once had…but now have not
true love has gone to never return
and the more you seek…
the more you'll yearn.
Speak thee honestly of all love gained
uncontrollable tears through nights of pain
a longing, a yearning for something felt
but always a whisper…
for the hand you were dealt.
Speak thee only of days gone by
when love was real and would never die
when an innocence of life quietly dreamed
was all that you yearned for
eternally.
