By Eve Lorgen
In time, you’ll see how I will win.
If I had a chance to do it over again.
I wouldn’t have missed you in between the times.
But someone else had plans for us,
And the poem doesn’t rhyme.
Only in dreams, my sweet of sweets.
Come lay upon my pillows
And rest your pretty feet.
You’ve been dancing for so long
Hoping that I’d see.
Singing the grasslarks’ tune
Hoping I’d set you free.
You must rest now
And wait for another song.
One that has us both in mind,
Take care my Beloved,
It won’t be long.