Insistence

Yesterday I thought of you.
The sky was white
And the sun shone bright;
A rosebud blushed, pure and true,
Laughing at the oncoming night
While dying in the twilight,
And I thought of you.

Today I will not think of you.
My thoughts cannot stray
To that sad and lonely day,
When no point was found to follow through;
Let the seasons turn as they may,
A harvest wiping summer's fields away--
I will not think of you.

Tomorrow I will think of you;
When my memories pass before me,
Be they even comedy,
It might break my heart in two
That the love that would not take me
Could also surely see:
I always thought of you.