(Part I of 'The Four Times of Love') <br /> <br />Young and pretty little Winter, <br />Whose future had no hinter, <br />Whose life was born to glitter, <br />Whose wit was of a witter <br /> <br />Eyes o' color o' cloudy sky, <br />An intelect kind of sly, <br />Serving as beauty's underlie, <br />For whom all boys woul' like to die <br /> <br />Soft and pale type o' skin, <br />Long hair colored o' moccasin, <br />One silhouette somewhat thin, <br />A girl without someone akin <br /> <br />Could have world between her hands, <br />Could be creator o' big trends, <br />Could transform wishes in demands, <br />Could have men in packs and bands, <br /> <br />But equally special was her desire, <br />An' in her soul burn'd quite a fire <br />Quite as such none could aspire <br />To please her as she woul' require <br /> <br />And sorrow stroke her mind <br />For she wasn't coming to find <br />Something to link in a bind <br />Someone amongst mankind <br /> <br />And bit by bit girl got sick, <br />As everything seemed so hick, <br />Her desease got 'er quick, <br />There was no cure to pick <br /> <br />For uniqueness was her trait, <br />And she discovered so late <br />That for her was no mate <br />Able to equal 'er straight <br /> <br />And came the day she was gone, <br />But she was missed for none <br />For as world couldn' be 'er home, <br />So world wouldn' have her welcome <br /> <br />And had no offspring, <br />Nor left behind a thing <br />Other than this song's sing, <br />Died in the first day o' spring<br /><br />Pedro Cescon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ballad-of-beautiful-and-sad-winter/
