The first robins of Spring, a joy to see,
Their song, a pastoral symphony,
But brace for stormy winds and wild March skies,
Then add more birds, and bees, and butterflies,
And sunsets, and dawns, and garden flowers,
And torrential floods and gentle showers.
With its perfumed wine so potent and sweet
Summer's debauches are raucous, but fleet.
Trees tremble and blush in Fall's altered air
And hang scarlet adornments in their hair.
Then envious Winter puts on her show,
Enshrouds it all in a blanket of snow.
So seasons endure above and beneath,
An unending story of life and death.
My passion is the silent attachment
Granted with each enchantment
On that day my soul grew thrilled
My heart love and blood do spilled
In a kingdom full of lovers
Once upon a midnight amorous
And the binding never hating
My spirit, soul, and mind debating
The addition brought such sorrow
'It's that coupling,' I muttered
The empowerment brought such sorrow
But in the fact that it was clucking
As the noose around my neck unbuckling
My passion is the silent attachment
I crave the accessory, affective appendix
Much I marveled this gone romance
Never more shalt we dance
Involvement - involvement - involvement! Ne’er a second chance
to more the committed charm chatting
to the constant debauches and the battling
So sure,
Still yet to be warn me about the amour…
Love of
7/27/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
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