The Seasons of my Love
Once more, I’ve felt the warmth of loving part,
A cold, grey pall now chills a sky, once blue.
The love that beamed the sun into my heart,
Is now an empty window, with no view.
The golden hopes of summer now have gone,
Dissolving into fall’s chaotic hues,
And as the winter chill advances on,
My summer gold turns winter’s white and blue.
The landscape of my life is held in mist,
The future of my love, a twilight gray,
Though I can yet recall each cheek I’ve kissed,
Love’s brightest joys begin to fade away,
Still, love may come once more before I die,
To light my life, like springtime’s morning sky.