Rondeau

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rondeau_(forme_fixe)

[This is a slightly altered rondeau form]

My heart, my mind, my soul are very sad
Yet summer comes and I must pick the flowers
I gain my comfort from the love we had.
My heart, my mind, my soul are very sad
The price is paid for all that made us glad
The love that seemed eternal was not ours
My heart, my mind, my soul are quietly clad.
Summer comes; I  lie amidst the flowers

In winter darkness, all  the garden’s hid
Tormented by the cold of winter showers.
For our fresh air we make a sudden bid
In winter darkness, all  the garden’s hid
Forgetful of the love making we did
The sullen heart in dying seems to glower
In winter darkness, all  the  world is clad
In ice and snow are hidden what was ours.

 

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