To whom my love is pledged,
should she take wing
I shall seek repose at a lake serene,
mediating loneliness as seasons
quickly turn, passionately hot the flames
candid when their cold, tiding what the spring's
unfolding flowers have to say
lisping temporal reasons
as their petals rot to clay.
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