I'll whisper to those lips, I've kissed and died for,
And if you have forgotten my arms and name;
I'll not be tormented, or grieving heart blame,
If there will be none feelings of love, - no more.
For all the glass and sounds of life, may soon roar,
So love that had been tempted, time may tame;
For grace of memories diminish all shame,
And brings back neglected ones, missed for sure.

Though still in the winter stands that lonely tree,
With tunes that once were sung, and are now gone;
In silence and hope, it will grow from start,
Carry life of summer, coming to its lawn.
So love that's past, it once again can free,
From death comes spring and grows from winter's
heart.