Poets Song

Of thoughts that range the forest wild,
And of fields…calm, serene,
Emotions that embolden,
The hearts imaginings-
Of passions…and desires,
Of which the poets sing,
Such art things I ponder,
For in my wonderings-
I wonder oft…about thee,
Though many years have but gone by,
Since it was…I held thee,
Before thou said…goodbye-
Now thoughts that range the forest wild and fields both calm, serene,
Art all that I have left,
From when I felt for thee-
The love I thought would be always,
But in this…I was wrong,
For when thou left…so did the joy,
Within my poets song.