Solicitude’s Zest

Those things I remember, things of the heart If forgotten they be forever lost Sweet memories contort, love falls apart And into its place, separation’s cost
Improbable, impossible quest: love Whether in winter, spring, summer or fall Most any season — pray heaven above It is in God’s solace one lifts the pall
Thus, to allow one on their merry way Free in harmony and nature’s healing Never let it be said I went astray, Nor onerous hearts are not worth stealing
Should I betray my solicitude’s zest Then lost I will be, for once I loved best