Spring to Fall

My dear love hates love
she doesn't think such exists
"hearts change more than leaves

A man will be green
as spring and flowers arrive
but be red by fall"

It's been seven springs
and six falls since she said such
I am still emerald

but she is scarlet
like the heart of her dear love
too bad she's a fool

because by spring, he'll be green
and she will be stuck in a season like me

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