To thou,
Julia, are you tears dropping
Over Ed's unweaving heart?
Leaves, the thing of man does, you
With your lost thoughts only to care for
As the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
Neither a broken smile is enough
Nor to spare a sigh of ignorance
Though worlds are built with dreams
And yet you will weep knowing why
Now no matter, pleads or reminiscence
To all, it is just a sorrowful song to ponder on
No gut had, no mind tried,
What heart heard of, the readers guessed
It is the man whom she loves
It is a story, Julia you mourn for
Adapted and re-written
1423, 8/6/2013
UTP
