Impression in the winds of time,

              Er' they should grow sublime,

             Passing love as enticed to nurture,

            Those that kindle the hearts of future.

             Possess only that which you share open,

           Give all yours' kindly, as though a token

           Cherish albeit the longing you splendor,

            Reaching out, hasten not which you kinder.

           Even now, as I look upon your past,

         Speak it open? Candor I not the last,

          Deny in my heart, which greatly desires,

         Leave it behind, search you heart's fires.

        Past is the future, but only in the past,

       To destiny your sites, reaching it fast,

         Deserving the wonders, your love the future,

         Sought after by some, the few that do nurture.

         Rekindle that spirit and take my hand lightly,

         As though its been all the past years tightly,

          Though time is a scape, chance you begin,

       Cherish my love...and hold me within.

     Tenderheart