The Seed of Love

In the sunrise, or the dark,
In the daylight, or the fog,
When it was hot, or stinging cold,
He was thinking of a girl.

Of her eyes he always dreamed
Of her cheeks as white as snow
Though scared to death, it seemed
To ever let it show.

He was bashful, he was shy,
Glancing secretly her way,
Keeping all the love inside,
Thinking of her beauty every day.

Dreams were all he had,
Dreams of life and love together,
Dreams that made him glad,
Of loving her forever.

But his fate was just unfair
A cloud of death hung in the air,
And she was gone...his only dream,
To live a reason and a theme.

With all his heart, and all his might,
He clinged to grave all through the night,
He kissed those lips, as cold as ice,
Forever silenced, from time to time, disturbed by cries...

His silent sobs, his silent pain,
Just like his long life love itself,
He shed those tears above the grave,
And he became the last book on the shelf.

Springtime came, and on the grave,
There stood a single rose,
For his fallen tears, his pain,
Were seeds of an undying love....

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