Upon that day in spring, I stood among the roses of her garden
And at winters end my love was lost in the snows of her majesty
I speak to you of joyous times now lost by the weaknesses of men and flesh
Of love that once glowed as bright as a summers day, but died in the fall
Like leaves rushing to earth at twilight.


This love, single and alone, it was the awakening of my seasons
It makes me weep my unshed tears and smile at my revolts
It cast the heat ‘Twas in my heart and gives me calm cool waters
Behold my passion, strong of body, bold of spirit, soft in its beginnings
Blessed and serene, relentless in its hunger, longing for her taste

My love was quickened to spirited heights beyond my stature, to the depths 
Beyond my sounding, Her fragrance calls me and commands me, nay only to 
Release me, To those who love, it remains forever wordless; but to thoses 
Who do not love, it’s a heatless jest.

But her voice, the new sound in her voice was the end of my seasons labor 
and the beginning of my passion.  Love is scared mystery of Seasonal 
change…