My life was in the full bloom of springtime
When your soft low voice first kissed my ear
With the feathers of hushed 'I love you's
And the sweetness of 'darling, I am here'.

My young heart gladly blossomed
When you first laid your hand on mine.
With your long and slender fingers
And great veins pulsing to heart's time.

My child lips grew hot in transformation
The moment they met yours.
They parted and grew to women's lips
They swoll and whispered: 'more...'

My heart knew not it's limits
When your heart knocked against it's door
When we joined our souls with pleasant words
Promised our hearts forevermore.

But then the winter of our over
Showed my entire self
The meaning of so empty
And the quelling of my heart's bell.

Now my soul is not so sorry
That it met you shaken path
But now it knows the limits of my heart
And the feel of sorrow's wrath.