Lost spring

Springs of my life
Has lost its bliss.
It misses your tender touch
And soft delicate kiss.

Flowers of happiness
All have fade away.
Reasons of my joy
Is now burried in clay.

We often walked together
Among the silent trees.
Now you just pass by me
Only with cold breeze.

Birds sing in sweet murmur
Roses keep its color red.
But none is there to comfort me,
No one to hug when I am afraid.