In the springtime of life
Our hearts melted
Like the last snows.
Our love grew
Budding like the early leaf
In new green hollows.
When we strolled together
In the summer
Our lives entwined
Like ivy
On the garden wall.
Our hope blossomed
In the sunshine of our eyes
And swelled
In the warmth
Of our touching.
When we parted in the autumn
Our tears and feelings
Fell spiralling downward
like the leaves
Useless
Leaving our hearts bare and cold
Damp upon the forest floor.
And while the winter
Knocked upon the door
Like the early winds
We drifted
Irreparably apart.
1600 hours
Steve Wheeler (c) 3 October 1980
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