As the snow and ice finally begins to thaw

  so goes away the stress and woes of winter.

  It all seems like some sort of natural bi-law

  for each spring is a rebirth to what things were.

  As flowers start their bloom, I remember her

  and the years we spent enjoying each spring.

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  Many will recall much more than we’d prefer

  what could have been if I gave her that ring.

  Regrets overflow because of the choices made

  so ashamed for following the worn down path.

  Participating in a race to get paid and then laid

  goals that left me broken and feeling such wrath.

  Life is a struggle, no one ever claimed it was not

  you chose this, so accept the consequences brought.