I Shall Never Know the Spring Wind

The days you are gone are counted

The time documented and locked

Away deep in my heart, the words

Omitted over that time and the embraces

Fashioned in my mind,

How many have been missed now?

Your kiss is soft and gentle

Like the blowing of spring wind,

All lost to time and the wiles of the world

As the ache sets in my dreams seek to call

On you to come back, to claim my heart

As it had always been before

But what can be known now?

Like pedals on a tulip this romance is fragile

Vulnerable to a multitude of heartaches,

Of which shall I speak of?

Will you hear them?

Shall I persuade myself with your shadow?...

Until you return the world might as well drift away

Without you I shall never know the spring wind again.