There is a time for all to be undone.
Seasons change just like the wind.
But I've a keepsake from every one,
That I shared with my dear friend.

That spring, when everything was so new,
And our hearts were beating fast.
And Summer did reveal our hearts as true,
Yet through fall they did not last.

And etched upon my inner eye,
Is his face,...... with edges grey.
Memories shared by he and I,
In the seasons that didn't stay.

But one day soon, the winter will end,
And the sun will once again shine,
Upon the face of my very dear friend,
Who, for a season or two, was mine.