Pawn of Love

I went into the orchard, where you wanted me to be.
I picked up the weeds, and watered your tree.
I can well remember, these hours we spent:
I wrote and read poems, in the old Abbey’s yard.

The things I feel for you I’ve transcribed into words.
For words could be closer, at least closer to your heart.
The things I feel for you, I’ve transcribed into words.
For words are the pawn, the pawn of my love.

I can truly remember as we gathered in the park,
As those flowers sprung anew every year that comes.
But continually, weather be it grey or be it blue,
The pawn of love is there my darling, shining just for you…

At least once a day I look forward just to see
If I could catch the silhouette, the shade of thee!
By the flickering candle the feather glides,
And slowly – but quite surely – my love arises…

Days could go on and tears would fade away,
Colors be blurred, but our love will stay.
Days would go on and tears could fade away,
Colors be blurred, but our love will stay.

June 2, 2001

© 2001 Matt Oehler