Monotetra poem

In your heart I know I had died.

My heart was young and so it cried.

I begged for the truth, but love lied;

we will collide, we will collide.

Distance severed our naive bond;

Persistence stayed and I grew fond.

The seasons changed, still no respond;

hole of despond, hole of despond.

But now my heart is wise, dear friend,

and now my bell jar can ascend.

‘Twas my young self I did transcend;

you will befriend, you will befriend.

If we shall meet in brighter skies

fearlessly greet me with pure eyes.

In that time exists no demise;

don’t say goodbye, don’t say goodbye.