No More Tender Months In Spring

Romancing flames have burnt out with winter's change
In the center of me though, still a flicker remains
A dim glimmer, upon a shimmering golden wick sustains
Well lit to burn through eternity, when the wax is malaise
Intact with my passion my senses have let go of the mundane
Now all that exist to me, are the reminiscent memories Ive claimed
Love, i have never and will never shun, or turn my head away
Even if Eden is without it and the heavens give it no praise
So i refrain from the rest, until i find a felicity in life
Until love wilts like rose petals and its stem tilts and alights
And returns to the dirt, with dust and cuddled roots alike
Until i meet it there in death, beneath ebony soil and oak blight
Deep infatuation has taken me and to it i am a slave
My chains of lust bind me to never forget my lovers name
And forever i am hers, forever i shall retain
The stale love that use to blossom, in the tender months of spring