My sweetheart, I can’t sing to you as I go.
by Roland Cho
No drum could bit the chill off my heart.
As we part, one wish will I make to you,
Hold to it as long as I have value:
Be good, sweetheart. As your love’s hunters
Get disappointments, so do you get respect.
I will return to meet you with a fresh
Heart to love, and more from my harvest.