I remember a summer

I remember a fair summer
with fragrance in the air
when you were there
with white blossoms in your hair
and life was without a single care.

How much I do long
for such a summer to come again
and this cold lonely winter to pass,
for you to be back with me
and most of all for your tender love.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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