October Sonnet

Last when I saw him his lover had fled.
She had long chosen a separate path.
Their beloved child lay 'neath their cold bed,
reliving the morn the two lovers laughed.
They talked of the past, ineffable joys,
exchanged deep kisses and stories of woe.
Who could imagine this love would grow void,
the wrath beared 'neath the mad winds that still blow?
A burgeoning storm has splintered the boughs,
littering the garden with worm-eaten wood.
A grave indiscretion has tainted their vows,
burdened all hope till nothing was good.
Then they took heed, their beloved sought death.
O where lovers laid and laughed, now they both wept.