Take away gentle breezes, instead send an icy gale,
Summer winds like these have no place in hell.
Let its' gusts clean out each promise made by you in haste
Lying at my feet with leaves turning into waste.

Fill my skies with darkened clouds to cover up your sun,
Send me no more bright lit days lying you are the one.
Release their rain into my soul to smother passions' fire,
cleanse this heart of each and every remnant of desire.

Leave me just one memory to dream of when asleep,
At least, I will know for sure it is mine to keep.
Springtime visit here no more, do not try to make amends,
Your days are too sublime for me to see them end