Sometimes when I Get To T

Sometimes I recall what others have said: —
Love is for lovers in love and full grown,
Life’s for the living and death’s for the dead,
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown.
Sometimes when I get to thinking about you,
And all the things that we’ve never said
To each other, it seems such a shame to go blue
When there’s so many years to lie silent and dead.
I know, you know, all about life.
You know, I know, nothing at all.
Still why should I know daily strife
When the touch of your hand makes me glad I’m so small.
Time brings us trouble as days come and go.
I know, you know I’ll understand.
Could you, would you suffer a woe,
When a blink of your eye and I’m at your command.
Think of the years before we were a pair,
Years lived apart we spent learning to farm.
Sowing, growing and learning to care
For ourselves, and preparing for each other’s arms.
Love is a flower, blooms when we’re too young;
Pluck it, it’s gone, tended it grows.
We’ve been tending since the first sprout was sprung —
To the most patient farmer, the best harvest goes.
Sometimes I recall what others have said: —
Love is for lovers in love and full grown,
Life’s for the living and death’s for the dead,
And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown.