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I took for granted it would come again,
Ready to cradle us in its romance.
I reasoned all would be as it was then,
A warm, welcoming, abundant expanse
Which the two of us would traverse as one.
The sun would tap our shoulders yet again
As we drank in art, both of God and man,
Ensconced securely in our private glen.
Eyes? What eyes except yours looking in mine?
Tears? What tears except when trains would depart?
Those shimmering days served to redefine
All passports and entryways to my heart.
But a fool I was, for I learned in May
You took my beautiful summer away.