Laurie's Favorite Tree Is Blooming

Laurie’s favorite tree is blooming, And cold is in the air, Crabapple blossoms, pink like kisses, And I can only stare. How long now has it been my Love, Who made days blossom bright? Since you and I did sit together On the daylight edge of night? I cannot say, I do not know, For time remains the same. It does not take from me your face Or the echoes of your Name. Together we have found a bliss In Love that does not fade And we will, when the blosssoms’ kiss Its final exit hath made Remain as one, heart held to heart In the shadows of the glade.