First Snow

It was in the late spring
When soft kisses replaced my sorrow.
The sun shine brighter, and like the wind
He said,"Return to me in the morrow."
Life flushed my cheeks again
With a love so new and so pure
That is struck us so abruptly
And there was no escaping his allure.
But when the first snow of the year
Came down and kissed my cheeks,
My love found another more worthy of him
And all the days coming were bleak.
And on a door I left him a note,
"My dear forgive me, for I have done it again.
The life that once filled my cheeks has gone
And alas, my life has reached its end."

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