In spring and summer you were mine

In spring and summer you were mine
and we dwelt in great felicity
drinking champagne and wine
the world was beautiful and free

but when your beauty was sure and sweet
when my life was at its prime
you did with destruction meet
and I was lost in time

as if forever wishing
to live a part of life over again
to have that summer and spring
just like then

as if chance did me remove
from the one I was destined to love.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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