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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