She Left Me For The Spring Poem by Medusa Waves

Passing like the seasons that change throughout the year, my lover left me in seeking a new home
She came to me in winter, but at last, my soul weighted on her like the cold bitterness of snow, and so she left me for the spring
The spring so wonderful-new and fresh like a budding rose. I hope she brings you the feelings, which I could never bring you.
She housed with a young flower, strong and full of life, and I remained in the winter, dead in the limbs of the old oak tree.
Envious ill grow, I know it so-yet, hopeful that my time will come again once more.
And ill wait in silence while the brightest seasons go
You will come again, like before, worn and tired seeking my numbing cold
And I, like before, will cover your pains in the whiteness of snow.