What is dead may never die

When I met you I wrote you a song,
of how beloved you make me feel,
how our love healed my wounds.
it was a beautiful song, even the angels sung it
the birds stopped to marvel at its perfection.

But ooh my love,
every day you have denied me for another,
and that old man time is here to steal away my song,
because for everyday I sang and you did not listen,
he stole a word, payment for using him on a lost cause.

now all I have is a hum,
my song is long forgotten.

kk,
22/04/2019