By Roland E. Williams

We were in the spring of our love, and ever so happy

The flames of our lust enveloped us still in ecstasy

Your smiles never failed to bring joy to my days, and my nights

Our deep love brought us each day to greater, and newer, heights

We were rebels who had been freed from life’s wicked bondage

Each with grand promises to never return to that cage

Except one created by the purest love, true and real

A commitment both of us were all too eager to seal

Then came life and, so too, worldly matters and daily hum

Against which even our love could do nothing but succumb

Our love no longer enslaved us, for it was unable

And you left; it was the first I had seen  snow in April

Published by In The SpotLyght Global Feature Magazine

We are an Exclusive Global Feature Magazine dedicated to highlighting Corporate Trailblazers, Business Owners, Entrepreneurs, Creators, Artists and Artistes within the Creative, Performing Arts & Entertainment, Music, Film, Design industries among others.

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