Are all that there is to remember that time…
There in the hand the essence all seek
Deep in my Soul I sense the sweet scent
My heart gives a bump, my eyes full of tears.
But the past is not there for any to see.
We are drawn to the future both thee and me;
New Trust, new Hope and new Love arise always.
Dear Heart, dear Heart we must Dare and be strong.
The bud is formed now and will open in spring
There sweetness sublime! It will not take long