Colin F. Jones

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We shall as time permits seek love together,
Until the new day dawns with lesser sun
When all the seasons have become one weather
To cloak the final autumn that must come.
To leave but one heartbroken and denying,
The other gone into a mysterious night,
To where the others thoughts will ere be flying,
In visions of sad sweet memories and delight.
For one we know will have some life to live,
Though it might well be a life without desire,
For with one gone there’d be no love to give,
Cold flames would flicker in a vanquished fire.
I hope it will be me who lives to cry,
For you owe me not the pain to see me die.