Love, Never Grow Obsolete

Love, were you a Blossom Scent
I never knew had went?
A Fantasy yet not complete
or Joy blowing down King Street?
A Windsong singing within
or Notes from a violin?
Were you just a Spy
peeping at my heart's eye?
Something not what it seems;
Remains of fading dreams?
Though You were not yet complete,
Oh Love, never grow Obsolete.

Del Cano 2002