This shade that once saw love in bloom
Keeps part of me till it was lost
And now, found in my thoughts of gloom
Where lonesome pain exacts its cost
The heart and arrow carved in bark
Bring back the days of sunlit bliss
When we would sing blithely as lark
Than be as thieves stealing a kiss
The leaves that fell meant time had passed
Since sweetness from our love withdraws,
Leaves did collect like dreams amassed
Down on the ground, scattered like straws
Now twigs have each a sprout that cleaves
Seems love might bloom again this Spring
Which comes as soon as Winter leaves
When soon I'll find new songs to sing.
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