Endlessly I watch as seasons end
And Ages pass
Longing for my spring to come
Longing for the one whose name
I dare not speak
The one I look to with wistful eyes
Tirelessly I wait for the roses to bloom
Will they ever bloom?
Even as I spin infinity to the hands of fate
Still, I am unsure
Will they ever bloom?
I realize that tis the one thing
I may never have.
But still I hope for my spring to come.
