HOPE AND DESPAIR

Do you remember all those years ago, That magical evening when first we met? September always brings it back to me. We were meant for each other, you and I. I thought we’d share a life of bliss, For richer or poorer, in sickness and health. But Autumn surely follows Summer’s heat; So passion dies as lovers are replete. Perhaps, in time, the memory will fade. But then you came into my dreams last night Borrowed from the following sonnets: Where did it go? Christmas Eve September Fall Fade Photographs Nobody Told Me Last Waltz Summer’s Heat From Sonnets To Sonnet Walk Away Visions