Love Songs …

Bring me nothing but good hope For love songs shall perish easily Like winter in thoughts elope To mornings of tomorrow breezily Your love's filling the air with song That comes through dreams moving on Soon they’ll all to yesterday belong Like everything before told - is gone Each beauty is simple - not telling why Only given mystic to you it will show Listening vaguely to their around tie Some of their smolder in fallen glow Simple is not always the flowering shade With something to say in its flower Of bouquets so in variety languidly made Each for every single going hour