When You Were Mine

I loved you in the springtime,

Among scented cherry bloom,

In fields of emerald meadows,

In a past when you were mine.

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I held you in the summertime,

In warming rays of gold,

Our arms entwined in rapture,

In a past when you were mine.

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I sang to you in autumn time,

In a lullaby of burnished hue,

The melody of heartbreak felt,

In a past when you were mine.

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They came for you in wintertime,

And they gave you to another,

Glistening tears like snowflakes,

That veiled the child of mine.

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Now I see you in the night time,

As shadows dance and sway,

A shape, a thought, a memory,

Of a past when you were mine.

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Seasons mark the age of time,

Like the babe who grew to man,

Nature’s great atonement,

For the sin that made you mine.

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I’m currently working on adapting this poem and others into an historical novella, you can read a section here.

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