On a muggy moonlit stroll our love began to grow
On a park bench we embraced, no other souls in sight
Just us, the stars, three homeless cats, and our hearts aglow
What I’d give now to have another minute of that night
Walking beneath a weeping tree, you offered me your heart
I, the fool, knew not how to cradle this precious gift
You, the pure, knew not how to recover from this smart
We, the young, knew not that our silence would cause a rift
You drew your heart back closer to your breast by and by
Now I, in love, in vain, I fear, must dry my wetted eye
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
On a muggy moonlit stroll our love began to grow
On a park bench we embraced, no other souls in sight
Just us, the stars, three homeless cats, and our hearts aglow
What I’d give now to have another minute of that night
Walking beneath a weeping tree, you offered me your heart
I, the fool, knew not how to cradle this precious gift
You, the pure, knew not how to recover from this smart
We, the young, knew not that our silence would cause a rift
You drew your heart back closer to your breast by and by
Now I, in love, in vain, I fear, must dry my wetted eye
I miss the love we once shared