April was a lovely girl, her warmth was in her eyes
And she and I would walk within the bright of Autumn skies
Too short our time together and what time consisted of
I knew her well, the shadows fell
You see, April was my love...
A young man then, and I knew all those things a young man knows
But somehow lost it all with age, I guess that's how it goes
But April understood and with time revealed to me
Reflection... my direction
And what April was to be...
She became to me.. the way to love's soothing caress
The answers to my questions, life and love were met with yes
All that April showed to me my heart still now believes
Now in her place, this empty space
April love, my heart still grieves...
Our time together had the look, of forever on it's face
The hands of time stood still for us, in arm, and sweet embrace
But it was not to be for us, nor I to hear the sound
But she was singing, bells were ringing
As she felt the darkened ground...
Too soon my April left me to some higher plane I'm sure
To wait for me to come someday, and reminisce with her
To tell me why each tear was lost, each April that I cried,
Love turned to loss, beside the cross
When my April died...
Winter's breath blows hard upon her memory now
But I remember April, springtime love and lifetime vow
Sometimes I can feel her touch, and feel the gentle breeze
The days and nights, the wrongs the rights
There are many thoughts of these...
Many years ago now, April's love had held my heart
Too many days, and nights spent now without, but not apart
And I would trade my today's, for yesterday to be
With April once again, just now and then
April was my love, you see?.......
Dean Evans
2-14-14