Copyright @ 2004 Brian D Roberts, Pen Name Is; Lark Douglas
Must You Go So Far Away; The Spring Has Fled To Blasted Grey?
My Sight Does Fade As You Grow Small; In Distant Lands Above Them All!
I Feel So Lost Without You Now; As If A Breath Of Wind Has Lulled!
Will You Return To Me Once More; Or Must I Await Until The Fall?
Though Seasons Change In Width, and Depth; Your Beauty Has Thus To Intercept!
I'll Miss Your Glory, Your Fated Pale; The Pretty Little Scented Mall!
Thus Breaks My Heart To See You Go; My Lovely Little Daffodils!
I'll Await You When Autumn Calls; Until The Spring Again Will Fall!