Exquisite is budding youth,
Vibrant is the day,
Romantic is the starry night,
The whole year round is May.
A song bird riffling through a tree,
A flower's bright allure,
Are then the sweet epitome
Of love that shall endure.
Of love that shall endure, alas,
In memory of pain
That comes when murmurous summer
Is drenched in autumn rain.
(First published in Along the Lane: Dedicated to the memory of Thomas William Larsen, who lost his life in World War II)
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