Will you turn and look my way
And notice the new coat I made
In hopes that I’d see you today
And walk near you beneath the shade
Of trees here in your favorite glade?
I drank each word you said like wine
That time we danced as music played
And I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.
I picked each flower in the bouquet
And it is as my heart displayed,
To show you with each verdant spray
How your kiss like the sun has made
Me rise up proud and unafraid,
And for as long as you may shine
Your light on me I’ll never fade
And I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.
The years go fast and fly away
Like banners in a long parade
And though I try to make them stay
The march of time will not be swayed.
But you are still the pretty maid
I met that day, so fair and fine
Who holds my hand though I have grayed,
And I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.
I’ve felt the love for which I prayed
So dear to me and so divine
That through both storm and sunshine stayed
And I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.
This was written for Stella di Silvestri as bonus content for my contribution to the 2021 Bardic War.