what matters

My willow wept for many souls

That could not speak or reach

To heaven’s hand – a sight (unseen)

Yet let it be beseeched

The bird spoke of a morning

Overwhelmed – (so many thought)

And when it woke the sunshine burnt

The few (by heart) – they caught

The few (by heart) they caught a soul

Unassuming and carefree

And in the gleam of window pane

One’s love reached out for me

What matters if not love, my dear

One heart born anew

What matters if not love my dear

With you my life be true

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