She was the spring slipping toward summer,
First day of June, eyes still full of wonder.
Coltish, lovely, breath of fresh mountain air;
future so bright, she was heading somewhere.
He’d slipped past spring and left autumn behind,
colorful leaves tumbled down with his prime,
blanket of snow covered crown of his head;
winter solstice began season of dread.
Avuncular was the love that she felt,
deep affection without fire to smelt.
Two score dif’frence, that’s two generations,
he longed for her with mixed veneration.
Machinations tumbled round in his mind
longed to love child like he did in his prime,
unrequited was the lust in his heart;
she loved him back, but quite different sort.
Seeing her smile as she looks in his eyes
strokes his heart strings and his soul beguiles.
Rapturous times that sweep the years away,
as mirror pass sees a fool old and gray.
Every day he greets the morning sun
fantasizes and to her longs to run
knows he’s a fool with his heart on his sleeve
he’ll never tell how each day his heart bleeds.
She’s sweetest spring on the cusp of summer,
he’s old and tired unfit as a lover.
Seasons tick by as the years fly on past
chaste and afar reign of his love steadfast.