In spring lovebirds hover fancy
till morning lit by the dew
Takes back winter's heartache
restoring the love in you

The desperate cries of anguish
from a heart that knows no joy
Feeds long upon its own regret
tossing the soul as if a toy

Give to me your heartaches
lie down in the meadow green
Let go the sorrow of past loves
have rain wash the soul clean

Always to blossom in springtime
love feeds us of our dreams
Washing away the winter sorrows
from each one or so it seems

Take all of what you've been given
set aside pieces in you there-of
No broken promise of joy's embrace
can outshine a true heart in love


Tate
Original poem with music and pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/447324/