let me try my hand at one:
Young Love:
Silver words, like flying birds, ease right of your tongue.
and little melodies flit in me, like bells being gently rung.
all the songs we had inside, just waiting to be sung.
It started with a second glance, and grew into a full romance, all falling from the pages, and the us the actors of our youth, took our place on stages.
yes in that day, in our own way, we had our quiet secret second,
but in the hour of our best dreams, they ripped us apart at the seams.
I'll never see you again, they say. Here in the dark and silent I lay, and you in mountains above do stay.
this is my life, a constant death, and pains like daggers with every breath.
I try and try, and often cry, and in the deepest black we sigh.
as they sit and wait- determining our fate, and sorrow black upon our plate.
I'll see your face again, even if only above in heaven.
-to my dearest Wanderer, wherever you may be, I know your heart is close by me. -love your Winterbolt