A poem to a dead loved one.

We spent the Spring of our youths together,

Celebrating life you and I.

We were happy no matter what the weather

and that is is how our beautiful Spring passed by.

With a renewed love came the Summer time

and the trees and flowers were in full bloom.

I knew that  forever you will be mine,

as we walked under the light of the moon.

And a time came to pass when we all Fall.

and time’s scythe has cut down our youthfulness.

You went to heaven by the trumpet call

and I trapped in infinite loneliness.

In endless Winter will I always be,

Hoping, hoping, that you’ll return to me.

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