Could we dig up this long burried treasure
Were it worth the pleasure
We never could learned love song
We are parted too long
Could the passionate past that is fled
Call back its dead
Could we live it all over again
Were it worth the pain
I remember we used to meet,By an ivied seat
And you warbled each pretty word
With the air of a bird
And your voice had a quaver in it
Just like a Linnet
And shook as the blackbirds throat
with its last big note
And your Eyes they were green and grey
Like an April day
But lit into Amethyst when I stooped and kissed
I remember I never could catch you
For no one could match you
I remember so well the room
And the lilac bloom,that beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain
Could we live it all over again
Were it worth the pain
Could the passionate past that is fled
Call back its dead
Well if my Heart must break
Dear Love for your sake
It will break in music
I know Poets heart break so...
But stranged that I was not told
That the brain can hold
In a tiny Ivory cell
God´s Heaven and Hell
Written by:Oscar Wilde
