Poetry

If she did know about my love for her
never again would my painful tears flow,
constantly we would still be together,
if she did know.

Like a great fountain our joy would overflow,
in all her longings there would be no other
always I would see her bright smile glow,

while daily she would small flowers gather;
even in times of cold winter and snow
we would kiss, embrace each other rather,
if she did know…

[Reference: “Roundel” “If he could know my songs are all for him” by Sara Teasdale.]