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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.