could I have loved you more at moments when my heart refrained from speaking —
would I at springtime sing with tulips and apple blossoms when as for love there are no words?
silent was I in summer amidst the warbled music of bluebirds, silent still when peonies bloomed scarlet upon the velvet grass —
in autumn splendor could I have loved you more standing there adorned in sunset gold and amethyst, my muted syllables would be stifled by the melody of violins and woodwinds —
when winter ivory feathers clothe the swaying birch branches would there be words of colors to paint a love more than a heart can hold?
icy warmth of late August the wind has quenched the fires of ephemeral dandelions, beryl drops of blood trickle down the boughs, return to their invisible roots —
the cambric air is drenched in honeysuckle fragrance, stealthy leaves flavescent among the pink petals.
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