Spring Will Be Late This Year

Spring will be a little late this year, With sadness, I still remember How warm Spring was when you and I loved, Now, each day is as cold as December The trees raise leafless arms to the sky, Shivering without their green sleeves, Sadly, birds gaze into vacant nests, Spring promised so much.... how it deceives! The flowers of May beg my forgiveness, They refuse to wake from their sleep, Vowing to bloom only in love's warmth..... A promise they're unable to keep Spring will be a little late this year, My tears turn to ice as they fall, My heart, now sobered by your absence, Cries for love, but who'll answer the call? On my face, the frozen lines of pain Bear witness to true love, now lost, The sun has shuttered its golden doors, My abandoned heart's covered in frost The flame of love once kindled the torch That brightly lit the lonely hall, If love's glowing warmth fails to unfold.... Spring will be late..... if it comes at all