Love has its seasons
Ever shifting, ever reeling seasons
The fierce flames of summer,
Perish in bleak midwinter
The struggling buds of spring,
Wither and droop in autumn
Like summer, love is hot
Burning, consuming,
Outshining all other emotions
It warms and electrifies,
Turning laughter to joy
But like winter, it can turn bitter
Love is like snow
Beautiful, exquisite,
But brings frostbite to flesh
Freezing and failing,
When harsh winter winds blow
Even so, love is like spring
Despite bitter winter, it grows again and again,
Blossoming, fruitful,
It comes anew, fresh and inspired
Innocent in its soft whimsical hope
And like autumn, it wilts
Turning those vivid hot colors,
To dying gray and sallow brown
The limp, shriveled feelings,
Crumble and skitter away
My love for you, has seen all these seasons
It flamed bright in summer
It departed in snow
It waxed strong in spring
Wasted away in the fall
But through each of its seasons,
My affection grew wiser,
I know now I’ll never,
Forget or forsake you
Your curling dark hair,
And deep, laughing eyes
That easy-calm smile,
And your dusky bronze skin
Through spring and through winter
I only wish that you knew,
Through the summer and fall
All seasons, I love you.