Shifting hours growing heart pain,
Love's walked out down the lane;
I have search but all in vain,
Winter's growing long.

Curtains down tempers bound me,
All my love is out and free;
No more sunshine there to see,
Just a heartsick song.

Whispering in lonely hours,
Autumn past and rainy showers;
Earth's bound its blooming powers,
Was my passion wrong?

Peter S. Quinn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/41-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers-2/