Sweet Wine

Your love it has faded',

But mine onward it grows

How I wish it would fade

And wilt like a rose.

But my love is different,

I crush it and find

That my love doesn't weaken

Instead ripens like wine.

Oh why can't I bury it?

In some far off dark hole,

But love can't be buried,

It's just found by the soul.

In our game I must laugh,

For no one must see

That my heart it is  broken,

Twisted, crying within me.

You said "There will be others."

" You're too young to be sure ."

But I know even time,

Will find me no cure.

I love you so much.

And forever it will be so.

God placed the love there

For always to grow.

So Friends we will be

Till God feels it's time

That both of us together,

Should taste that " Sweet Wine. "

Copyright by Penny Brough