From whence this Love began anew
Upon the day conceived,
Their revernt hearts in Love yet grew
Amoung the whispers sweet.
And under moonlite skies where stars awake
The dawn begins to break,
The lovers woo with tender care
To endear thus not forsake.
As seasons wile away and fold
To subdue the ebb of time,
And laughter mends their weary souls
With smiles of Love devine.
Dark sorrow seeks to bend repose
Upon the hours old,
For death befalls his maidan
dispair as yet untold.
Obscured from thought and reason sear
Deprived of Love so sweet,
And out his morbid heart a tear
For Love, his heart so weeps.
Then from out a cloud an angel harks
Thy soul will soon depart,
For thy Love is true and yet imbued
Converge thy loving hearts.
David Page
Reason for writing:
Everyday happenings.
Birth sign: Not entered
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