Whenever a cool breeze blew My love, I thought of you anew and pounding of my heart grew, It would lessen the pain if I but knew Why like a fledgling away you flew, Yet unbeknownst to my hurting heart My love, I thought of you anew; Come back to me lest I ruefully depart. I now find frost in my most fervent fire as I grope in darkness, deep and dire But in my heart of hearts I hold a desire, As all the weary souls for the day retire you’ll return and save me from this mire, My sun now sets yonder upon the horizon as I grope in darkness, deep and dire like the morning mist I dissipate into oblivion. ~A Brian Strand contest.