she came to me in springtime...with flowers in her hair...
we frolicked in the moons of summer, love and passion filled the air

when the leaves began to fall, she said that she would go...
then return again in springtime, for she couldn't stand the snow.

I cried, I pled, I begged her..but all to no avail...
there must be something more, I asked, but she would not tell the tale.

and why I didn't follow her... to this day I cannot say...
I waited for a letter...and I wait still, to this day.

is she well, or happy...does she remember me...
the time we spent together...'neath the oaks and poplar trees.

every day I greet the sun, and a thought, I send her way...
especially when the leaves turn gold, and chills are in the day.

another winter, cold and lonely...approaches once again...
will I ever, get the chance, a new life, to begin.

an angel just this morning, whispered...gently to my mind...
regret not, this autumn...for a new love you shall find.

nice

I'm not looking forward to another cold Utah winter either

Bravo

To no regrets... (hot cocoa )

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