I Held Your Hands, You Did Not Pray

I held your hands, you did not pray Your silence withered me like a wreath I smiled at you inscrutable like a new day And waited on time for soon defeat When love has lost its voice it has no will For nothing sings inside a desolate heart The eyes are drooping limbs in winter’s chill The bodies like ships so slowly drift apart You are enticed by gardens with more gold My neighbor’s once watered dying grass Where artificial flowers bloomed in the cold Undiscerning I competed, I spent and lost Resisting winter to boast my unfading rose Foolish in love then, and phony you the more Love is all we should be, nothing that we pose We make the gift alone who knew what freedom was before.