Inspired by a quick-write in English. That somehow ended up taking me hours. and hours.
Oh, hopeful figure at the windowsill,
Oh, happy child, for whom do you seek?
When time, love's master has stolen it's thrill
Will you, love's victim, so strong become weak?
When empty vases once filled with bright flowers,
And hearts, once merry, sink back in defeat,
Will you spill your tears in lonely showers?
Or fade to the background, a sad retreat
Perhaps, my darling, our two paths will cross
We could be happy, our sorrows could pass
You with your sorrow and me with my loss
We could be happy--oh love that will last!
Oh, hopeful figure, you've found your own love
I wish that I too, could watch from above
