Love from the Willows

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

Behold the lore told
many times before
of young love and old souls
auspicious lives to explore

A very merry couple indeed

Those that believe in love
could see the varying degrees
reflected by feelings of affection
that they often shared between them

Even on the days that were
ripe with pride and ego
there would always be a way
for their affinity to grow

All of their days were filled
with life, love and laughter
Until the fateful one
where one love
transitioned
into the hereafter

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

sodden mortal eyes
and shattered bleeding heart
Nothing else will matter
to a world torn apart

One love left alone
to roam forlorn
and in despair
A life in pain is never fair
for no other love
could ever compare
to the kindred spirit
gone elsewhere

And yet

There is another
previously unacquainted
with the wandering love
seemingly forsaken
Smitten with the spirit
Taken by admiration

A sweet and sentimental soul
sadly kept at a distance
no chance for kinship
for forlorn love
remains reminiscent

There is association
between the two
but young love is obstinate
resistant to love anew
exceedingly scrupulous
Every breath under review

Then the day comes
where the sweet soul of one
has traveled far
and cannot return for a time

Stormclouds and dark days
prevent any hope for contact
resulting in a negative impact
and young love retracts even more
feeling forsaken

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

Young love sits alone
eyes soaking in tears
heart bathing in morose emotion
Until a presence appears

Love lost is found again
An apparition of the past
Embodied in the present
Reunited at last

But only for a moment

Love is young
and love transitions
but love is never lost
although that’s often the thought

Love that’s never lost speaks
of young loves stubborn nature
often the cause of discord
and disagreements between them
but also the source of admiration
The wellspring of young loves determination
beautiful all the same
but here no one is to blame

Young love can shine again
not for the sake of sentimental soul
but because love has no end
cannot be lost
and when genuine
is always whole

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

They’ve come to tell us what they know