in my fleeting life
dawns dull blind strife
season clouded by reason without faith
to the tune of sonata k311 Mozart’s eighth

melody rapture and joy
can’t replace the playful ploy
between boy and girl love too coy
season of bliss rich bloating decoy

pass the time with love so sweet
in other places or with people to meet
summer love is to behold and show
either in the distant land or mind to know