The Meeting

You came to me in springtime
With a precious love to share.

I met you with laughter
And daisies in my hair.

Through the fleeting days of summer
We shared life hand in hand,
In each other’s thoughts in fields of toil,
Under stars and lakeside sand.

The thoughts and feelings locked away
Were shared with trust and ease,
The dreams that seemed unlikely
Became possibilities.

So, through the cherished summer days,
The love that started grew.

Nothing seen or heard complete
‘Til it was shared with you.

Then came the chill of autumn
When summer loves decline.

The glory of my story;
The autumn made you mine.