Love Poem: Seasons Pass
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Written by: David Bose

Seasons Pass

Oh Dear, my wife,
Our spring of love bloomed long ago,
Bright, vernal days of tempting eyes,
Your hand in mine, soft kisses fluttered,
And romance, deeply, spread its roots
Each night I held you in my arms;

You flourished, bride,
Through summer years, pert newlywed
With teasing glance and sultry curves,
Each kiss we shared, an August sun—
But sun must sink and families thrive:
We soothed pink babies in our arms

On autumn’s brink,
Choice, mirthful years we reaped young love,
Watched children grow and learn from us
While hands we held, exuding pride
As each leaf changed and fluttered off—
Outside a dorm, they felt our arms …

Yes, seasons pass:
Now winter’s chill we gird against,
Our love, white embers glowing hot,
Each day and night bedecked with joy—
And passion, still, does warm me through
Each time you hold me in your arms.



September 15, 2017
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