Sketchderps

I first met my love in the springtime A gentleman, wealthy and fair He kissed both my hands and he told me A love pure as ours was so rare I married my love in the summer On the shore with a breeze in the air His lips pressed to mine and he swore then That for me he would always be there When my love broke my heart it was autumn As I watched, overcome with despair, They embraced and to myself I promised I'd put an end to the affair I buried my love in the winter When all of the trees had gone bare They told me my love had gone missing Though I'd just seen him under the stair