April IV

It was the fourth day of the fourth month

Four years short from the disco edge

That day is your birthday, my hey day

My soldier's D Day, hanging on a ledge

And in that day I swore I'd make you love me

Shy as I was to invent the process

You saw me and I saw you and on we looked

Then you turned and denied my meek prowess

Now I have turned my fourth year

Before I complete the whole sixty

With the power to light you birthday's candle

And make you love me a plenty

I'll sow the seeds of love in your heart

They'll grow for you to see me as you should

The one heart that wanted you

The one you said, with a look, was no good

But as I plant more of them in you

They seems to sprout into some unnatural form

You see me in your dreams, you know I'm there

Yet you prefer fire and brimstone to paradise as norm

Now I pull at everything I have with might

I won't scare you, force you, and want to hear your words

Yet I more I reach you from within

The more your mute angry words remain shriller to be heard

Now I have the power, and you have none

Now I can make you mine, my presence you can't shun

You're in my heart and that can't be undone

Am I in yours? Powerful, still an answer that doesn't come

On a fourth day of a fourth cruelest month

You were born to remind me that I live

With the Power of Love, and though omnipotent,

My best choice is not with the love I'll take

But the love I hope one day you're willing to give.