The whispers of indifference
dispel the glory of the hour
when tender moments meant so much
and roses blossomed on the bower.
we frolicked as the days grew long,
rejoicing in the innocence,
the youthful, gay exuberance,
when love was new and hearts were strong.
Then the shiver of the leaves,
the bitter cold, as one bereaves
the passing of omnipotence,
imprisoned now by circumstance.