The Winter of Your Life
By Darmok
The Winter of Your Life by Darmok 6/01/01 How sad the day and cold the night, in the winter of your life. No more dreams of love or bright, nor would morning sing long into the night. Where love and lust between two hearts, would dream, and love would say. Wake I beside thee and all is well, herein my heart begin new day. Thy bed is cold and all for naught, true love shunned remained unsought. And all your years forgotten rot, the winter of your life an empty pot. Sit thee sadly then beside the sill, your glass tis empty, the chill there feel. Where shadows walk and snows would fall, True love passed this way, twas real. How sad the day, how old this year, the last winter of your life. Of husband not, thou art alone, despair reveals of that you've sewn. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 02:55 AM PST, Darmok 0 • 1
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