This morning in solitude and sadness,
This pouring about a heart I use to own,
This mourning about a love I now disown,
This scouring about the times I've blown.
This afternoon in fortitude and highness,
This reeling of emotions I now undress,
This feeling of hatred I now redress,
This ceiling of anger I now suppress.
This evening in gratitude and fondness,
This day I choose to remember,
This way how I fell, like this rainfall in September,
This say about some love, one in its ember
.............DKJ