Summer warms, as its days grow long,
And its light shines brighter
Than darkness can consume.
Spring blossom, is now fruit on the tree,
It is sweetened and coloured; coming of age
Under hot rays of summer days.
I see, breathe, and taste this season,
Life is so good now I observe it with you.

At the height of our midsummer’s day,
A storm pounced and devoured My Love.
All that is left in its passing wake
Is, with deep remorse I say,
“I loved deeper than I ever said,
But, I only know it, now my Lover Is Dead.”