Sorrow

I should be yours
you should hold my hand
and together we'd make a stand
Sometimes
one will never be two
and the north wind
will never be a summer breeze.
Some things are just not meant to be
Green
isn't always yellow and blue.
Love
why can't you see
that our hands go together in harmony
like a waltz, a operah or a symphony.
Hold me tonight
Hold me tomorrow
Hold me tight
sweep away my sorrow.