I have been one acquainted with the night
Under dark clouds as many can attest
That I was many things, but not my best
Then one spring Cupid’s arrow pierced with light
But spring love could not survive autumn’s blight
Yet your light lives still inside my breast
Helping me to fight back the dark’s behest
Until love again has me in its sights

To deny this hope I will not employ
For when heaviness pulls into the day
Like a quick cat that jumps upon a toy
Memory of spring flowers have their sway
And the thoughts bring me a sweet, easy joy
When I was young and loved, and it was May
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National Poetry Month – Day 30