When I saw him come to me,
I ran the path to clean -
of thorn thistles and nettles.
And a joyful wave in my blood poured.
He brought the sun from the southern skies.
Birds of bluebirds flew.
And on our first evening the violet
the hottest rains over us were raining.
That's how it started. Pink beginning.
But with time his color faded.
My heart is now pure white.
Is frost or early snow?
Goodbye and Kisses ...