April

In April I once felt again that maybe Iwould live

To see the day, and remember how it used to feel to give

My heart and soul entwined in yours

Between the notes like sheets

Of paper pressed from a tender hand

Making love with pen and ink

Your impassioned words made my heart melt

Like iron in the heat

In April I once felt such bliss

That made my life complete.


When May arrived I found myself alone out on a beach

And you were there in every thought

That I would write or speak

Your silent smile your loving gaze

Dancing in the kitchen cheek to cheek

But of all these things the letters sent

So dear to me I keep

Of paper pressed from his tender hand

Making love with pen and ink

For in April I once felt such bliss

That made my life complete.