Shall love be a thought likened to late fall
That red leaves and fire embers faintly bare
Burning heat of summer, then the crow’s squall
The ending, as the dead of cold winter glares
So it seems, the seasons lend their prime
Then giving the heat, the reds and golden gates
Offering feeble apologies and time
As if, thought possible, love’s quiet fate.
But looking at love, I do know
In summer so brilliant you shine
Seasons come, and seasons go
In fall love withers as the bell chimes.
In spring, I’ll remember past icy cold blue
When in late fall my eye caught a glance of you.
Revised version
Shall love be a thought likened to late fall
That red leaves and fire embers faintly bare
Burning heat of summer, then the crow’s squall
The ending, as the dead of cold winter glares
So it seems, the seasons lend their prime
Offering the heat, the reds and the golden welcoming gates
Comes feeble apologies and time
As if, thought possible, love’s quiet destined fate.
But looking at love, I do know
In summer so brilliant you shine
Seasons come, and seasons go
In fall love withers as the bell chimes.
In spring, I’ll remember past icy cold blue
When in late fall my eye caught a glance of you.
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