Spring's rain and winds have blown away; Summer has died and Autumn too. But in the sad emptiness of my heart Winter beckons me to its cold embrace. It is now so many long Decembers past Since I lost the one true love of my life; No, she did not die, I cast her out proudly As she refused to leave her unloved spouse. A victim of religious hypocrisy. And now we both dread the future on our own, Self-pitying victims of our idiotic pride.