Our Time, Our Seasons
The clock ticks out the hours, the years|
Time is forever on the move.
Lace curtains sway in the morning breeze
As you whisper words of love.
Seasons come and seasons go
And I guard each precious memory.
I can't begin to tell you Dear
What your love has meant to me.
Through the sadness and the joy
The understanding you have shown,
Has made the years seem to melt away
With a love that's continually grown.
Summer has been a brief interlude
Of blossom strewn paths and sunny days.
Star filled nights and picnic delights
That all too soon are slipping away.
And Autumn, painted to perfection,
Dancing gaily in the breeze,
Displays all the bountiful riches
Of summer's vibrant trees...
For Miss Sharon
What your love has meant to me
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