The kissing bridge was found in fall, Warm breaths of summer's departure, She with him, and he with her, Found romance on Works Power architecture. But winter's breath with cruel intent, Shifted quick her youthful, fickle heart, She moved on, pulled away, recanted, With no support he fell apart. The kissing bridge was gone by Spring, Cooled frozen by the dominant frosts, With each crossing he healed slowly, From young romance's stinging, gnawing loss.
