Willing and witty were our words
So why has silence become our swords?
Locked like loot, was my love lying
Eventually answering calls of crying
Sharing secrets in solitude
I gave all my thoughts to you
Hearing your heart yearn for help
I tried to feel how you really felt
Prior to your presence upon my door
My heart knew nothing of the floor
But moods and minds changed in May
Particularly yours and in a peculiar way
But willing and witty were your words
So why is silence now your sword?
Darker and distant, day by day
Determined to go the opposite way?