: About Me

In wintertime she came to me with love to give, Exquisitely from winter's cold and frosty light 'til Summer's milky star-filled night. And 'though she sits not by my side, I count her still my only bride, because of all she came to be; Because of all she meant to me. In Springtime when the winds turned fair I searched for lilacs in her hair. I loved to see her smile with glee, I longed to write her Poetry. And 'though she's left her honored place, I am still haunted by her face. I find it hard to let her go but Lilacs need the sun to grow. In Summertime she said goodbye. She's gone and sti...