Few words left unsaid
Leaves me cold and dead
A book of old regrets
In verses--and in sets
Ever be it Spring
The Birds will not sing
Flowers never bloom
Ever, I assume.
I cannot sleep at ease
Memories of you tease
Laughing at my tears
It had been for years
All I pray that is
(though now you are his)
your happiness is full
And life will never dull
Be as happy as I would be
If you were right here with me
but...
Ever be you and I
Within my arms you'd lie
Happiest I would be
Try and you will see