Love's Days Of Summer, Miss Spent And Lent, Never To Stay, Or Get Well Bent. Poem by Michael Gale

One hundred and twenty days of summer silent...
Replaced by winter's daily cold.
Chills of heart, refroze thy love...
Cracked of heart not moved or loved.
Freezer burns did burn thy care...
Of thy feelings had i spared?
Chilled to thy bone of love's own stare...
For thy loved one, do i dispair or repair?
One hundred and twenty days of summer silent...
Coldly met by thy love's one caught, fleed giant.
Heart sunk down as like a ship...
For thine own care of heart, should'st i skip?
Spring spent up of deepened sorrow...
Will for thee, t'will i lovingly follow?
Heart shaped molding of thine pain...
Reveal to thee, thy love most gain.
Sorrowed heart to mine was well spent...
Smiled to me, lastly charged as boldly lent.
Time together left in flight...
Bring back to thee, as heartfelt blight.
Do please once again to put to my face...
A smile unbroken and not once more be out of place.
Wedded bliss is sent away as a lost way'ed arrow...
Step once more closer to my heart, and not fall by
thee way'ed of narrow.
Cannot we one more time to heal our pain...
Nothing lost or nothing to save thy inherited plain.
Luck less luster of thy care...
At last together, rid rare to fare.