A love in verse


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This is the first Spring I remember

I don’t feel hope. You died in spring

And surely that one kept an ember

Of the fire your joy could bring.

Not now. Maybe more like November

The skies leach promise and voices sing

Defeatedly as if each member

Of a choir were suffering

Can it be that springs recurring

Fail to resurrect once more

She whose beauty time is blurring,

Though my heart and soul adore?

No. If hope itself were fading

Under time’s exhausting gaze

Love unending still is trading 

For dead hope eternal days


The Wind

Peter stands, Alison stands

This is the story of our life

They stand together holding hands...

God Be For Us

Things to do – will we regret? 

Be bound down – never! Loving, let

Us take ‘em on and laughing...