When the stars <br />Tire of dancing <br />In the swirling summer night, <br />When the crickets <br />Cease to sing <br />In the green July grass, <br />When the melody of the rain <br />Abandons the orchestra of spring flowers, <br />When young children <br />No longer play in the park, <br />I’ll still compose my every poem for you <br />In the lonely hope of winning your heart.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compose-my-every-poem/
