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
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 10th, 2019 09:01
- Comment from author about the poem: for my first love, Lorraine
- Category: Love
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Comments1
I am sure she loved these words.
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