June's countenance was fresh and fair
July's was passionate and wild
August's withered in the sultry air
But September greets me with a smile.
And as the air begins to cool
And a hint of woodsmoke begins to rise
I note that while the seasons follow rules
There is still room for a surprise.
One September day had left me dragging
My soul tapped out, my spirits lagging
I'd walked across the leaden floor
To turn from turmoil, but found much more -
I was at once dazzled by the sight
Of you sitting there, dressed in white.
Do you know how angelic you appeared
I wondered if could you see my hopes and fears
As I looked in your eyes, clear and blue;
I felt heartsick thinking I could never be with you
For your love already has somewhere to abide
And for love's sake, I can only stand aside.
And never know if all would come right
By being loved by the woman dressed in white.
Golden sunlight caressed your hair
And a song of agony seemed to fill the air -
In my heart, I clasp the iron bars of my cage
Shaking them with endless rage
Let me go, I say with a cry
But I won't be released, and I know why
I am destined to strive and to fight
Not to be loved by the woman dressed in white.
Smile at me once more, is all I can ask
Before I turn again to my tasks
Yes, be the smile of this season
Be my unknown love, my silent reason
For striving to be as noble as I can
For reaching onward to be a better man
And reward me sometimes, my love, with the sight
Of your lovely self, dressed in white.
October's eyes have shadows of the night
And November's will be bleaker still
But let darkness come and cover the sight
Of a sweet love unfulfilled.
I warned you, I'm a Goth.
Regards, Ivan
Alkhin
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