You Came To Me
You Came To Me (out of the Winter’s snow)
You came to me out of the Winter’s snow,
On the scented breeze of the early Spring,
When shifting winds of fortune oft’ times blow
And in my waiting heart I heard you sing.
It was errant chance brought you to my door,
The warmth of Summer’s kiss upon your lips,
To drink of your love and left wanting more
As vintage wine is drunk in measured sips.
And when the span of Summer’s heat is passed
And Autumn’s uncertain wind shakes the boughs
My hope for your love, by degrees, is cast;
As the depth of your love for me allows.
For your warmth is not by cool Autumn chilled
And my love for you, by your love fulfilled,
02/03/2020
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2020
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