To H.L Poem by David Tremain

To one with whom the hours fly
As precious moments cut too short
And after we have said goodbye
Remains with me in thought

One whose voice I hear upon
The wind and through the falling rain
The sigh of trees and sparrow's song
Recall to me your name

All things dearest to my heart
All virtues I pay tribute to
Are each alone a little part
Of all I love in you

And so, lest I ungrateful seem
Forgive me if the thought offends
That in my heart I dare to dream
Of us as more than friends