Ode to Joy and Love

Stirring inside and bubbling

Up from the depths where it lay,

I once as a child felt it growing

But it was snatched cruelly away

By death, for as we all know

It comes as a thief in the night.

Then it trampled and tore

What it found stored,

In the depths of my soul where it lay.

Stirring inside and peeking

Out from the depths where it lay,

I once as a teen felt it showing

But it wasn’t returned that day

By another to whom I entrusted

The secret that I couldn’t contain.

So I hid it away,

For a future day.

In the depths of my soul where it lay.