Dare I dream the dream
that you would one day,
back too me, come?
Be I so brazen and bold?
Can you not see,
is in your heart, not me,
as in mine, you do be?
Our time, it passes,
four months long,
and yet, you be so gone.
And I loved you,
and with tear in eye, I cry
and can't help, but wonder, why,
two would be brought together
to have and to hold,
only to let go.
I call to you,
but hear no sound,
though we both know
you are still around,
and hear me, though
you do not speak,
or answer my cries.
