I loved you dear when first we met, by chance do you remember? I never will forget that day when early in September, you came into my life and brought the sunshine and the rain. The happiness that made me feel our love was not in vain. And then the words you said to me when last we had to part, I hoped that you would hurry then in fear the tears would start. You said a heart when filled with love had no time to regret that soon the wounds would heal and I would find I could forget. But though it's been so long ago still when comes September, I sit alone and think of you and wonder if you remember.
To the young heart
Great poem. Very touching!
Oh, I hope he does remember. Cause, I will come September
This was really touching to read. I really like this!