The Seasons Of Our Love
We missed each other's Springtime
because we were elsewhere.
Then Summer came, and left again
and still you were not there.
Soft Autumn, with its mellow tones
became our own lives' Spring,
We savoured it, and dreamed our dreams
of what each day would bring.
There seemed so many happy days
ahead for us to share,
We gave no thought to Winter
– but on a sudden it was there...
And all too soon we realised
the life we loved was gone,
The mists rolled in,
the dark clouds brought
the cold and driving rain.
You left –
I can but shelter...
and hope we meet again.
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