Seasons of Love

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Winter, summer, seasons of every hue.

Love appears only when me and you

Are together each day is new

Proving that love is so true, so true.

A while ago when spring was far

A bud appeared waiting to bloom

Undiscovered alone it stood

Beauty buried deep inside, surrounded by gloom.

Came the season of joy, scents and colours galore

Sunshine and rain weaved their magic

The bud transformed into a flower

Outgrowing all that was tragic

It danced to the whistles of the wind

Courted by birds and bees

As if in a trance it existed oblivious

Spreading glee, living in ease.


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