Seasons of the Heart
The tender human heart has its seasons:
Its summer’s joy, but sorrows when it snows.
When silence comes, and peace surrounds,
Its autumn falls, then solitude, its golden spring!
Composed by V on 30th November, 2009 04:57
The tender human heart has its seasons:
Its summer’s joy, but sorrows when it snows.
When silence comes, and peace surrounds,
Its autumn falls, then solitude, its golden spring!
Composed by V on 30th November, 2009 04:57
True heartbreak in two a man’s heart divides Half completely lost, the other retained Doomed to forever love half-heartedly. A woman’s love twice lost can ne’er be found, Her form revived conceals her heart defiled But within her eyes this very truth lies: Where love is lost, misery and pain abound. The language…
By thought and pain mind and heart and wrought; From sin refrain, for life’s so sweet unfraught.