Such an ardent heart you are,
Hanging on with all you are,
Always certain that with time,
The heart you love will sing your rhyme.
You hope that love will change his mind,
But truth be told, you're left behind.
And now the only thing that's left's,
The residue of love once kept.
A hug to maybe warm the heart;
A kiss to beg a fresh restart,
But time's been lost and gone with snow,
Even Spring can't make stones grow.