He Never Did Love Or Feel The Warmth Of Its Sun Poem by Kevin Hulme

He never Loved or felt its Sun thereof,
Never to feel the knowing sting of all Byronic voice,
And not perceive the declarations of his Poetic Love,
Or his Heart enthralled by his Union of choice.
He saw a Sunset as just the Hours winding on down,
The expected sad end to another day fled,
And never to bathe in the beauty there found,
With a joining of hands by endearments said.
Never to walk through Summer's pride,
In fond May with Passion burning through Veins,
And the softest eyes to Love confide,
For when two Souls are entwined - Rich life we so gain.
Never to follow the Moons slow pace,
It's Heavenly Path upon the distant rise,
And whisper vows by its Lustrous face,
With tender looks under Starry-Skies.
For the byways of his life were a quiet affair,
Now the twine of his fate being spun;
As Dame Fortune was indifferent or unfeeling to care,
So he never did Love or feel the Warmth of its Sun.