Kevin Michael Bloor


Till snow all melts and dies

While weeping willow cries

I’ll stay and sleep till spring

When soaring skylarks sing


Till seasons turn once more

And sea, sunset and shore

Reclaims, so I can view

Sweet memories of you


Of you, my summer love

When there were gods above

And you would always wait

To meet me by the gate


Till darkness it was gone

And light it lit upon

Our souls down by the stream

Where love was all we’d dream


  • Goldfinch60

    I am sure she loved these words.

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