My Song Of Love

It didn't seem quite so urgent then To lay my Song of Love at his feet, The buds of Spring were yet to open, And the song of the robin was sweet I kept my song safe inside my heart, I'd give it voice at just the right time, As enchanting as a full blown rose Would be the melody and the rhyme And I rehearsed a line at a time, All the while, Fate watched from the back room, My Song of Love, soon it would be sung When the lilac trees burst forth in bloom The lilacs dried, summer changed her dress, While the hills took on a crimson hue, No one asked to hear my Song of Love, And soon the frigid winter winds blew Now, behind snow-crested mountains, Summer's sun has begun to descend, My song lies wrapped in a burial shroud - A concept it cannot comprehend My Song of Love still wants to be heard, 'Tomorrow' still vibrates on my tongue, Alas! tomorrows have come and gone, And my Song of Love remains unsung