The Plea ...

Years have passed, time has gone by,
summers have skimmed, and the warmth of july

I've grown sullen, and you've gotten smart
Yet i sense we've not grown apart

You think and feel that i have no clue
I know you searching, for love so true,

Sigh, i know, am not the standby
Yet, I await the apple of my eye

Can't you hear my shouts and plea
Do take your second chance with me

Release me of this ache and pain.
Come along, just let me love you again

Let me make my abode your heart,
I promise, I'll stay till death do us apart.