Stripped of Fear
We met in the May, you know,
Together we let our souls grow.
Everyone loves the springs,
For multitude of the colors it brings.
But my dear, when I hit the rock bottom,
Why did you leave me in the Autumn?
You had only seen,
My colors of Green.
Sure, things turned old,
You never saw my colors of Gold.
In the watch of the golden sun,
I yearned for the fabric of memories, you spun.
As the clouds grew darker,
Memories turned downright starker.
But as I saw the snow fall,
I decided for me, a massive overhaul.
Anxiously, I waited again for the spring,
Started to dress myself, with a slight grin.
I experienced all of it, my dear,
So tell me, what am I left to fear?