Four Seasons of Love
"Month by month, season by season, love will either come and go, or love will maybe somehow grow." - quote by author
In spring, love sauntered in. I still recall
your eyes like azure skies, enchanting me.
Along a country lane we strolled, hand in hand;
then kissed beneath a budding willow tree.
In summertime, we lay on a beach til night
had swallowed sun and showed us new delight -
bright diamonds shining down on just us two
as we shared dreams, giddy in the moonlight.
In autumn, days grew crisp, and even though
October’s leaves were such a brilliant hue,
your eyes had lost their luster. Nights less warm
foreshadowed that I’d soon be losing you.
In winter, I was standing all alone
as flurries from the frigid air touched my face.
Though pretty and pearlescent was the snow,
I was yearning only for your embrace.
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