A Reversal of Fate Involving My Flower

You’re a lily of the field,
And my arms long to gather you,
I love you better than all your sisters.
An emerald gleam beneath your feet,
as I saw you walking the pasture,
Locks of sunshine twinkling
In your hair, and your eyes serious and then playful
as the sea during the summer.
O you have slayed me with but a glance,
From the very start, it was you.
I kissed your soft cheek as I said goodbye,
For my fathers up north had called me,
And you cried, tears more precious
Than a handful of diamonds,
As I told you goodbye for a time,
And promised to be back soon.
And I left by that northern road
To help others who needed me,
But in my dreams I saw your face,
And I longed to return, to take your hand
And walk along the riverbank and over the hills
To the vistas of gold I had longed to show you.

It was the last day of winter,
When I returned to your field,
All in all it was two long years
That I spent in unrewarding toil.
And every minute was filled with the hope
I knew I would find in your eyes,
And I searched long and hard,
upon the place we used to meet,
Many times with my face close to the barren soil,
And suddenly my heart shattered like falling glass,
For then I knew you were gone
Without explanation,
And I had no words, nor thoughts
Only pain, deep deep pain,
And my final glance over the frosted field,
Showed me how
The seasons had reversed.