His Seasons (poem)

It was their spring when first he felt her kiss

And everything seemed different that day

Here lovers’ eyes had so much more to say

Till every dream held promises of this


The summer found them playing in the field

Each flower saw the product of their love

They were the hopes which many wonder of

Success a home and children were their yield


Then like the leaves they drifted through it all

Reciting every heartbeat by a fire

A special kiss of which they’d never tire

These lovers on the sunset of their fall


What tears there flowed as he did hold her tight

And entered the cold winter of his night

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bravewarrior 18 months ago from Central Florida

"These lovers on the sunset of their fall". What a beautiful line!

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