The Summer Wind

The Summer Wind
Six months ago it was today
That your lips last met mine.
A feeling then, as would be now,
I still can’t quite define.

A sort of warmth inside me dear,
From feeling it was right.
But deeper still there was a fear
Of losing you that night.

At winter’s end I’d met a girl
As sweet as April rain.
Another faith, another beau,
But we meant no disdain.

In May that year a breeze was born,
Our love it too began.
From day to day a warmer glow
In woman, breeze and man.

All summer long we lived our dream,
With little thought for morrow.
The breeze flew free, but not were we,
At summer's end came sorrow.

The day came then for dreams to end,
The breeze was sorry too.
It’d stayed with us and played with us
Each night ‘neath skies of blue.

But autumn’s chill, it tinged the air,
Our breeze began to die.
We thought it through, as best we knew,
Two lovers, you and I.

We made a choice, still second-guessed,
With each new passing day.
We'd meet once more before I go,
And here we stand this day.

You trothed to wed the other man,
Me off to rebuild my life.
Both paths of great adventure dear,
But the breeze - now like a knife.

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