Again, Peeta's POV. Enjoy!
Whilst I was sleeping,
A song came to pass.
Sweet and low,
I heard the notes,
Of chimes upon fine glass.
Whistling through
My painted dreams,
That song reminds me
Of you
And the cries,
Where the slight children lie,
Upon the overgrown grass.
I lay awake here alone,
The notes still in my head
Of those who've sung,
Around the meadows they rung,
Every lord and peasant could hear
The song that passed
Like chimes on fine glass,
The song that reminds me of you.
We were so young,
That night in the rain,
I did it for love,
But you felt the pain.
I never meant to cause you grief,
The way the sight
Of your face makes my heart soar.
But considering the way,
After we won, you left
That in stealing your heart with my own,
I'd be charged on the stake with theft.
So now every time
I pass by you and want to fall
Down to my knees,
I think instead of the song that passed
Sweet and low,
Like chimes on fine glass.
I think of the song,
And you appear in my mind.
My heart is in your hands