Seasons


Melts away the winter love,
My heart blossoms into spring.
And we forget our seasons sins;
Those short and distant flings.
But will our souls bloom parallel
With the warm seasonal delights?
Like tulips, violets, dandelions
Sweet scents and colored sights.
Because the winter cold still lies
Deep down and out of light,
One gaze of passion cuts me through
And the cold will soon ignite.
The winter storm will spark in spring
And travel into Fall,
Leaves and pride drop to the ground,
And Winter love will call.
Its true, desire kindles sin,
And it takes on a form,
We know it as a season:
Its not summer, spring, or fall.

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