What of a morning

That brings a day so gently

And bathes the leaves

Of memories

That fell so long ago

I still recall you

In all these early hours

Though I were there

Once more to share

A love lost long ago

Crassness of youth

Concluding only half of the truth

Exuding only one small percent

Of what I surely felt for you

And then one morning

That brought a day so gently

We set apart

Things of the heart

And lost love long ago