What sorrow is this,
that began with summer's kiss,
that promised forever love,
that assured of life-long bliss?
What untimely winter has taken you away,
darkening our delightful day,
subduing our blooming love,
leaving pain born of dismay?
Why, could not my summer's kiss
comfort through winter's cold;
why, could not our blossomed love
warm you as we grew old?
Though you have 'this winter' left,
for another's summer kiss;
sweet memories' fire shall keep me whole,
'til in heaven's love, you, my love,I dismiss.
D.M.W. November 15, 2012
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