Sonnet: The Lost Year

The world it blossoms while life tiptoes through
as Spring leaves form and stretch toward the sky.
Then flowers bud and place my thoughts on you,
my little Lily; you're my butterfly.

I next succumb to warmth my body greets.
I think of you throughout those wondrous nights.
How Summer's passion rose beneath the sheets,
when in my bed, I dread the dawning lights.

Then all the green leaves fade to crimson red;
as my soul froze, I felt all my hope fall,
just like the leaves of Autumn -love is dead.
Despite the bond, away you fled it all.

This Winter rebuff left my heart so still.
Our love, I strive for it; you never will.