The Memory of the Setting Summer Sun

The memory of the setting summer Sun, Of warm and happy Life under his gaze, Has given way to Autumn’s dark and dun, And Winter’s icy dark and shortened days. Now Winter thinks himself to be the god, T’whom all must t’appease and supplicate, While he destroy Life’s happiness by rod Of punishment called, “Loneliness” …

Are there better men than I?

Are there better men than I, who’ve sought your love: So rich and powerful, or smooth of tongue, Or handsome, fun or otherwise above, Or more successful on life’s ladder’s rung? Have they taken you to dine at the right place, And given you a thrill, a moment’s smile, And made you like and want …

If I’ve had a better Time…

If I’ve had a better time in all my life, Than writing loving poetry for you, Than making feelings thoughts – emotions rife, To be inspired in everything I do, Than putting down on paper all my love, For the most deserving woman that I know, To think of you alone yet all above, It …