The You season


Spring blossomed flowers will feel embarrassed
if they see your brighten smile.
Summer sunshine cannot compare to
your sparkling eyes.
The coziness of Fall does not bring me home
like when you cook me dinners.
There is no wind in Winter can hurt me
as much as your cold heart,
anyway.

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