Always-love

I knew her in the seldom Spring
Mid harvest hills of heather;
She was the snow, and I a king,
And we came down together

Upon the fields where love is learned,
And stitched in words of leather:
That always-love’s a sometimes thing,
And sometimes love

Forever

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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