So ends the summer
After his blue eyes are lost
From the silver screen;
I will remember
And not mind the rain or frost
Because he has been;
Never say “never”
As Tomorrow brings its cost
Season fat or lean;
Waiting wherever
Finding always what was lost
Autumn coming clean;
Wish he would linger
Take me off the piteous cross
Change to happy scene;
Ah, my dream lover
He stays constant on the course
Calming cool serene;
Even when winter
Comes to buffet, tear and toss
Manifesting mean;
He is warm weather
Laying me down upon soft moss
His slave and his queen!
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