One hundred and twenty days of summer silent... <br />Replaced by winter's daily cold. <br />Chills of heart, refroze thy love... <br />Cracked of heart not moved or loved. <br />Freezer burns did burn thy care... <br />Of thy feelings had i spared? <br />Chilled to thy bone of love's own stare... <br />For thy loved one, do i dispair or repair? <br />One hundred and twenty days of summer silent... <br />Coldly met by thy love's one caught, fleed giant. <br />Heart sunk down as like a ship... <br />For thine own care of heart, should'st i skip? <br />Spring spent up of deepened sorrow... <br />Will for thee, t'will i lovingly follow? <br />Heart shaped molding of thine pain... <br />Reveal to thee, thy love most gain. <br />Sorrowed heart to mine was well spent... <br />Smiled to me, lastly charged as boldly lent. <br />Time together left in flight... <br />Bring back to thee, as heartfelt blight. <br />Do please once again to put to my face... <br />A smile unbroken and not once more be out of place. <br />Wedded bliss is sent away as a lost way'ed arrow... <br />Step once more closer to my heart, and not fall by <br />thee way'ed of narrow. <br />Cannot we one more time to heal our pain... <br />Nothing lost or nothing to save thy inherited plain. <br />Luck less luster of thy care... <br />At last together, rid rare to fare.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-days-of-summer-miss-spent-and-lent-never/
