Poem: Song of Winter

Another work of moi published some years ago,

Seasons come and seasons go,
Love thrives but for a while,
And only hope for its survival
Lingers on.
So said the disenchanted ones,
But I thought them wrong.
Thought our love special andwould continue to continue
And winter would never come.

Remember the times we held hands,
And our entwined fingers
spoke a language grand.
Remember the times you held my face,
And your eyes plunged into the depths of mine,
Remember our first kisses,
Breathless and heady,
And our oneness with nature,
so meant to be.

So soon - - it's uncanny,
Wasn't it just last June
In the heat of love's summer;
We promised each other the moon.
Cheap words and cheaper deeds,
Cause for regrets deep.
Sadly now we sing the last refrains
Of our song of winter