I loved you in the springtime,
Among scented cherry bloom,
In fields of emerald meadows,
In a past when you were mine.
*
I held you in the summertime,
In warming rays of gold,
Our arms entwined in rapture,
In a past when you were mine.
*
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.
*
They came for you in wintertime,
And they gave you to another,
Glistening tears like snowflakes,
That veiled the child of mine.
*
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.
*
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.
Exquisite!
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Reminds me of Fantine in Les Miserables.