Why all the memory Of love Runs to me unexpectedly Again in winter

If only
It is always
Springtime

Why all the memory
Of love
Runs to me unexpectedly
Again in winter
When all are grey
And blue
Suddenly you are there
My memory Of You...
I am like
Watching it unfold
In the midst
Of my aloneness
The beauty
Of this love is like a unicorn
That come galloping by
Waking up in me
In my winter sleep
The explosions of
The memory of joy
In living

Oh
But a unicorn
Is rare and gone
For always
Like a long lost love
It can only go
Back to
A memory that
Was lost and gone

If only life
Will always be
Springtime

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