Reborn (Repost)

Her soul is cold and dull; limber limbs grow numb at love's undoing. Songbirds no longer trill in gay abandon, sadness spoils their tune. Winter's blast is coming with full force, dark days of unfilled longing. Despair, the too-sharp pang, unfastens quick the glow of happiness, defrocks the breast of care and locks all feeling trapped within the heart to wither, shorn of hope that blessed joy will make a re-appearance. Flowers bear no fragrance, the gentle breath of leaves blows no repose for the broken spirit, till a chance encounter brings the blessing of a fresh departure, her heart in blither mood, her soul reborn!