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
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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
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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
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What tears there flowed as he did hold her tight
And entered the cold winter of his night