“The Seeds of Love . . .”

 gave you all my art.
Right from the start.
Without any of the strings.
Strait from my heart.
Greed got in the way.
My love’s now cast away.
And I am living my life, alone.

What more must I give away?
What else must I give today?
For her to come my way?
For the devil to stay away?
In order to sow the seeds of love.

I am truly a very . . .  old soul.
Living life alone does take . . .  a toll.
I fight off depression every day.
But my face gives nothing away.
As others play their games, with my heart.

My love simply has been . . .  cast away.
Like a cool breeze upon an autumn day.
I’m a leaf . . .  I’m a rose . . .
Color faded as the story goes.

Soon the autumn is . . .  chased away.
Winter covers up all . . .  the decay.
All is now white and cold . . .
Soon now I’ve become old . . .
And all of my love’s . . .  now gone.

For warmer days like spring . . .  I do yearn.
Perhaps today’s the day . . . you’ll return.
Please help them find their way . . .
For we can’t keep time . . .  at bay . . .
By simply embracing my art, heart, and love . . .