A Spark of Love
What will ease
Two aching hearts
That fate and time
Has drifted apart?
I’ll speak to this rose,
For maybe it knows
A gladness for her love
That’s now reposed.
Why did our minds
With spirited souls,
Let distance ring in
Leaving our hearts grow cold?
Now we sit and dream
Though miles away,
Neither can enjoy
The blessings of the day.
For a moment we’re happy
Then sadness prevails,
In our ears whistles memories
Like a nightingale.