The Love She Met Before

Love came in the autumn’s late, The rivers lay in a dormant state,
The winter winds will not wait, They will drag us both apart,
Last winter found her another heart, Leaving me to delay my start,
Snowflakes puncture like a gash, It is the repletion of the past,
I love her, not love slashed, And her far eyes make love seem so vast

Now I see no Spring ahead, But I feel her heart and I'll be led,
But under leaves falling like lead, Stealing grip like thieves,
I pray that I will believe, That my love has not meant to leave,
I carved an angel in the frost, Remembering the wings I've lost,
For she saved me from the first, Been trapped there since my birth

To be a blossom that waits to bloom, Walking in the loveless tombs,
They want to bury me behind, But I will live with thoughts of when,
It damages my soul within, I repeat that I cannot let her know,
She is like the gentle snow, Falling right into a warming glow,
For her heart I will wait, Behind closing heaven's gates

The sun holds out flower fields, Out before me so I can't yield,
I never hid behind a shield, But now her love seems so sealed,
I found her in eternal Spring, From harsh branches winters clings,
From her hands the winter brings, A touch that makes the birds sing,
My life follows anchor rings, And loss keeps a puppet on a string

Through the snow I see no feet, My tracks covered by love I meet,
She has had a love to greet, I can only walk on empty streets,
Since fierce winds of winter clung, Against hopes of love so young,
Above me clouds are strung, Constellations sewing drowning ships,
Sinking into cloud's lost grips, Just like a loved heart slips