by Luis G. Dato
And why should I my shadow o’er you cast,
Who were meant for sojourn through sunny hours,
To stray the pleasant fields, the fragrant flowers,
The joys of love which all joy shall outlast?
Why should you waste the days that fly so fast
Of youth that once departed are not ours,
To bid return to the forsaken bowers
Of unrelenting times bygone and past?
For we are young but once, just once and never
Shall earth recall the swift-departed time,
The flow’rs blooms once that love so soon shall sever
And only once we’ll hear the Maytime chime.
And we live once, and love but once, if ever.
Hearts beat as one, like golden words that rhyme.
