Lost June

The beauty I tell of them Enjoying the smell of them, Gathering armloads of roses In the sweet month of June. So late in December It’s hard to remember The love and the joy in A June afternoon. When vows we spoke then, In June way back when, The long way before us Was rose petal strewn We promised forever And thought we would never Grow older, forgetting The words to our tune. In my all alone now I’m wondering just how Our forever became an All over so soon. If I could go back to The days I first loved you, I’d cherish and treasure, And croon our love tune. But though I am yearning, There is no returning. There’s no way December Brings roses and June.