Return

When does the summer white snow fall from the sky below?
For this was the predicted return date of she.
When shall hell freeze over and there be a patch of four leaf clovers?
For this was the predicted return date of she.
Eternity shall pass as the hourglass becomes a day and I make a mistake,
She may never return on any date.
When is the next time the moon shall meet the ocean, hoping soon,
For this shall be the date I pray for her return.
Maybe dumb was I to reply that she wasn't the only one in my eyes,
For she shall leave my heart here to yearn.
One mistake made now there will be no forgiveness just a loss,
She may never return on any date.
If the summer white snow ever falls from the sky below,
I shall wait by my bedside with my eyes open wide for her return.
And if hell ever freezes over and I see a patch of four leaf clovers,
I shall wait on my porch with eyes teary and my heart feeling like a torch,

Awaiting her return...