Isabella
We had a fragile moment,
but it wasn't meant to last.
I let Isabella
slip into the past.
Her beauty, for an instant,
was truly mine to know,
but when autumn winds invade
the summer breeze must go.
But through the turn of seasons
I'll remember Isabella's grace;
she'll warm my winter heart
though I never saw her face.
Copyright © Stanfield Major | Year Posted 2021
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