By A. Netzer
Date: 26 July 2000
Frost
Out of the winters’ gloom
Comes the springs warmth that
Coaxes the buds from their slumber.
And in the summers heat the
Flowers bloom.
And then comes the killing frost
And the labors of the rain and warmth
Are doomed as
Once again comes the winters gloom.
Nature know this truth to be,
But does it hold true
For you and me.
Just as no amount of sun or warmth
Will bring the flower back to be,
Is that true, dearest,
Of you and me.
The frost is there for
All to see,
Is that true, my love,
Of you and me.
The name could be indifference,
Or the chill is called apathy,
Which is it, dear love,
For you and me.
Is there a future, at some late time,
When together we will be.
Or is it hopeless
For you and me.
My love and passion has not waned -
Still as deep as the deepest sea.
But I know we are done -
You and me.
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