I have spok'n of you to passing clouds
And to the endless sky
Each wisp of far off thunderhead
Has heard my lovesick sigh
I've waxed poetic to the wind
And confided in the stars
The rain has matched my many tears
And washed free my heart's old scars
Each blossom in each spring kiss'd field
Reminds me of your face
And the gentle caress of the summer grass
Falls short of your embrace
I have passed my secrets to the earth
To stone and bud and tree
To the world and all it's beauty
My love, I have spoken of thee
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
I have spok'n of you to passing clouds
And to the endless sky
Each wisp of far off thunderhead
Has heard my lovesick sigh
I've waxed poetic to the wind
And confided in the stars
The rain has matched my many tears
And washed free my heart's old scars
Each blossom in each spring kiss'd field
Reminds me of your face
And the gentle caress of the summer grass
Falls short of your embrace
I have passed my secrets to the earth
To stone and bud and tree
To the world and all it's beauty
My love, I have spoken of thee