With Spring, my love for you was plain
Your beauty made you shine, and entertain
Small kisses - lips, and eyes, then lips again,
Till summer’s lust, like sugar cane -
Sweet and raw, and uncertain,
Gave way to autumn’s gentle rain.
Now winter rips us apart again,
Old age, the harshest ball and chain,
Our glories fade, our lust will wane,
Till all that's left is fear and pain.
I know times pass, I won't complain;
But how I wish you could remain.