Four Seasons of Love
Our love began just like the spring
where we bloomed like daffodils
that once wilthed by the winter wind
but now restoring their beauty again
Loving you then became summer
where our arms became the sunlight
that offers warmth to one another
and stays even in the coldest night
But just like seasons, love found fall
where our petals began to wither
and the only choice was to let go
from the embrace of each other
And so our love ended like winter
where snowflakes fell in our hearts
where your reach became too far
and where coldness set us apart
Tomorrow will unveil a new season again;
a new story to tell; a new cycle of pain
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
