Below a grey and lowering sky,
went walking, just my love and I.
The path, well-trod, led to the town,
where once we said we’d settle down.
The sun was breaking through the clouds.
(those sad and sombre summer shrouds)
And as we wandered, hand in hand,
I pondered all the way we’d planned.
Then paused, to pray a private prayer
(we may not be alive to share!)
When tearful twilight times draw near,
and aging, (evil and austere)
would take its tiresome, tragic toll
on lovers, young in heart and soul,
whose feeble frame and fading form
would freeze, and blood turn cold, once warm.
Beneath a blue and cloudless sky,
was walking, just my love and I.
Then by a stream, we stopped to kiss,
which closed our future’s cruel abyss.