I thought I had forgotten
what with spring came back to me
Words un-uttered thoughts we stirred
of the way things use to be


I remember the dark door
where we hid from all the rain
A dry respite from the storm
safe in arms I'd felt no pain


I went back to the small doorway
where happily our loves had played
My heart ached for what could have been
if behind that door we had stayed


With wild, spring, rain, and thunder
something wondrous comes this way
Your eyes had said more that night
than your lips could ever say


Tate