Cold Sun In The Summer Poem by RONALD K SSEKAJJA

The sky being such overcasted
I for love did clamour
For what cause made me resented
Like a cold sun in the summer

The red rose shall fade
The summer bleeze shall freeze
For her words cut me like a blade
And she for my pain did jazz

And while my vicious blood
In my vien did clog
And the vigour in my hand
Having dwindled stopped the song

Having not borrowed the fire
I her holy valley, I lost the desire