Summer’s Heated Passion

By PoeticMeditations

Summer’s heated passion
Has turned to Winter’s chill.
Like yesterday’s fashion,
Gone are the joy and thrill.

No smiles reign upon me,
No warmth is in her touch,
Now the heart is empty,
Remains the truth as such.

Now days are gray and bleak,
No leaf left on the branch.
Her love again I seek
Had only I the chance.


About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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