The summer's breeze is cooling all it's heat;
And in the light of sun, all flowers bloom,
To form an art of such delightful feat,
For all but poor me in my lonely room.
Sweet birdies are singing amusing tune;
And all the trees are dancing to their sound,
In the prime summer time of shiny June,
When joy and fun, be in most people found.
But in this cheerful time, I find no joy,
Despite the scenery of such great charm;
And for the cheerful songs, my heart just pine,
For one girl went cold, who used to be warm.
No fun in this world could bring me joy back,
When you in your heart, a place for me lack.
YOU ARE READING
Sonnets For You
Poetry"Do read those lines of mine written for you; Those lines in which I shared my feelings true. And may in heart of yours form something new From rhymes of mine that bear a story blue"
