When flowering buds of relationship
meet the brutal rigors of time’s decay,
love’s tenderness from my heart you will rip
not even for a moment will you stay.
And while all of my newfound tenderness
will crash unheeded on your virgin shore,
I will not sob, missing your sweet caress
even though you have left me wanting more.
I’ve faith in gentle time’s healing powers
more so than ever I have found in you,
so dark depression will not waste my hours
maddeningly pining away for you.
The darkest dawn is breaking before me,
Misty morning dew has washed my soul clean. |