In my foolish infatuations,
Which didn't need much pacification.
I tried to entice and allure,
To tantalize, bewitch the very pure,
Passions, passions, passions,
Kindled by a spark of desire.
Profound desires and emotions,
Brought to fulfillment in a fire,
The countless uneventful years had passed in slow motion.
Then one warm September morn they met.
Two unhappy people who hungrily longed for affection.
Affection long denied, but which they could not forget.
The massive black thunderheads have rolled into sight.
The wind has quickened and is mercilessly twisting the foliage
The time has come to realize the great might
Of the forces of nature and the damage