Sweet summer days will pass soon and again
winter will be back. Maple copse will shed their leaves
leaving a pallid texture around. That pain
you'll feel behind gasconade. Holy grief!
You'll get used to winter again cold and numb
Higgledy-piggledy rushing into our own path
Your neoteric emotional hearing will go dumb
you'll hate summer and he shall face thee wrath.
Maple leaves will grow again, and you shall
Be coquette again, hypocorism will be used
He'll be yours again but you'll never be his gal.
You're broken, amused but he's freely excused.
Summer and love were never for you my pal
Thou deeds led you just to be abused.
©Firoj K. Timalsina