Under the first blossoms, my love did shine
Through fissures of branches, the sky so high.
Your sun, clear and pure, was enough a sign
For me to regret our time of goodbye.
Spring filtered our days, cleansed my love anew,
Tempered shadows of what will come. From pine
Trees of my love, I watched all as you grew
And, blind from bitter truth, dared call you mine.
But my love was not ever meant to be.
The bright suns, tall trees, blue skies knew full well.
Still, I braved winds like the waves of the sea,
One thought remaining untouched in this hell.
Even when Spring falls and when Winter soars,
I will be forever and ever yours.
About Author
Gina Kotinek
Gina Kotinek is the founder and Editor-in-Chief of the SPOT Lit. She can usually be found hunched over her computer, reading, writing, or searching for the art of conquering carpal tunnel and tendonitis.