Sublime Loving Splendor

In autumn you left me alone with the showers
I walked broken-hearted each day ‘mong the bowers
When winter arrived with its ice and its snowing
Went down to the lake where we’d often gone rowing

And those early days of my sorrow and grieving
I suffered in silence while stanzas were weaving
The years then flew by and I met and soon courted
A girl – unlike you – though blonde hair she had sported

And she was the first of my loves; there were many
But none held a candle to you; wasn’t any!
I pined through the years of my hell they called marriage
Detained in that dungeon, my vows did disparage

I missed you, my love, like a limb I’d had severed
To part with my heartache I’d truly endeavored
So when the dawn broke on that day like no other
My sheer jubilation nobody could smother!

That autumn we met after thirty one summers
We loved like the birds and the bumble bee hummers
For we got it back: our first love, sweet and tender
And sorrow was slain by sublime, loving splendour!