"Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart." ~Victor Hugo
It's the last big freeze of the season I suppose....and then it will move toward spring. I do love the spring, but it is the fall that truly holds my heart.
My heart is torn between two lovers
the golden autumn and the budding spring
my eyes are slaves to each one's beauty
yet their vision of glory makes me a king
I follow where they lead me
down the paths of season's steady flow
as I long to capture them both completely
but like a fickle girl they always let me go
no heart can truly serve two masters
nor hold more than one lover within it's grasp
so I shall be an ever restless admirer
of two loves whose true promise I cannot have.
It's the last big freeze of the season I suppose....and then it will move toward spring. I do love the spring, but it is the fall that truly holds my heart.
My heart is torn between two lovers
the golden autumn and the budding spring
my eyes are slaves to each one's beauty
yet their vision of glory makes me a king
I follow where they lead me
down the paths of season's steady flow
as I long to capture them both completely
but like a fickle girl they always let me go
no heart can truly serve two masters
nor hold more than one lover within it's grasp
so I shall be an ever restless admirer
of two loves whose true promise I cannot have.