Saturday, March 16, 2013

Spring Love


This is an experiment in a songwriting class, a composite of two previously written poems about the same topic, spring love. Note the repetition of pre-chorus and chorus, and the sudden appearance of a bridge towards the end.  This song is looking for a MELODY.  Any takers out there? 

Spring love, you'll see,
was never meant to last.
But fate and chance
have blessed us
to taste its incandescence -

Our paths may never cross again
as in this random moment,
our lips may never meet,
complete, again,
and spring for us, may never reappear -

I tremble at the thought of touching you,
I stumble, as we touch,
as our lips meet,
As our heartbeats synchronize.

This word is all that I possess to share,
and all is all my fragile soul can bear.

Spring love, you see,
was never meant to last:
Its budding branches
tempt us,
with fruit that's bittersweet -

I tremble at the thought of touching you:
I fear your petals may unfold
too soon, and, falling
to the ground, disintegrate.

This word is all that I possess to share,
and all is all my fragile soul can bear.

Spring love intoxicates us:
spirits fuse,
revealing in each
other secret worlds.

I tremble at the thought of touching you,
I stumble, as we touch,
as our lips meet,
As our heartbeats synchronize.

This word is all that I possess to share,
and all is all my fragile soul can bear.

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