Alone and Untouched

Our love was like a flower Alone and untouched It withered away with each passing hour And thou who fell to the soil Is left alone, untouched And with pain and toil For the song of sonnets sing I long to hear your voice But this phone will never ring And for the chorus behold I wish a word could be spoken But there isn't a thing left to be told As old will become new I hope, for me I will no longer love you But withered and old like a tree I am alone, untouched And this is me