Jeu D’Amour
By Enid R. Clay
March winds were blowing when we met—
(And so the game was started)
You blew a breath of love to me
That left me broken-hearted.
June roses scented all the air—
(The game seemed so worth winning).
Their glory mingled with your kiss,
And never thought it sinning.
And still for some the March winds blow,
And roses perish never;
For all my play—and some must lose—
Forever and forever.
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