I wished to compose a melody With just you, me, and love to be Could I weave lullabies, soft and sweet, And cradle you in my arms, our love complete, Such a passion that would eternally greet A tune everyone would long to sing, Yet no one could halt the parting, the sting Should one day I turn impolite, Vanish, fade away from sight, My solitude, to you, takes flight May our blossoms, in perpetuity bloom, No more loss, no more memories' gloom, In the tapestry of spring's sweet perfume If I could weave lullabies, softly, caress, And in my arms, you'd gently acquiesce, Such a love, an eternal tenderness A song that every heart would pine, But none could cease the rain, the parting's sign If I turned impolite one fateful day, And in silence, went my way, In your care, my loneliness would sway May our blossoms forever gleam, No more loss, just memories and dreams If one day I act impolite, Vanish, take flight from your sight, I aspired to craft a song so bright