Drink! Drink! A rowdy crowd sways
The heartfelt sighs of a hard day...

All seems different in our abode
The air boreal, denser...

'Twas in a playground in a school upon a bended...
Adorned with autumn leaves and roots that wring...

Adjure adjure; entreats the scent of a yellow...
alluring a sweet earthy olive fragrance...

A sycamore tree, stands broad and alone upon a...
spring ochre leaves fall upon lush verdure...

I have within a vase your art had made
Not by your softest hands did craft design...

The zenith of our love was sweeter times!
No greater prime has near engulfed my chest...

(I)
I vow to you: to give your beauty due...

As I now ponder through the many years
I sift regrets as if to deal with cards...

(I)
Our precious months have none for charity...