Seasons of Love
Oh it was the spring,
Blooming and blossoming,
Cheerful and chirpy,
Lively and lovely.
The seeds of love just sprouting,
Slowly but gracefully.
A little love, a little tension,
A bit of trust, a bit more reluctance.
But the flower bloomed
Just right in time,
And ignite the glorious fire of love.
The flower was fully bloomed,
And brought along the summer with it,
All fresh and fertile,
All beauty and bonafide,
All pure and pious.
Unbothered by the scorching heat,
Just shining as the beauty beams.
Getting closer and stronger,
We saw nothing except for each other.
The fall came by,
The field of love that once bloomed,
All rusted and dormant,
The love, the affection, the bond,
All of it slowly fades into oblivion,
All of the solicitude that was mistaken,
That was never their intention.
We eventually slip towards coldness,
Just apathy and avoidance,
All the warmth and tenderness vanished,
Bewildered and bemused,
I stand there alone,
Under the shadow of
That dry and cold
Tree of our love,
That I thought would outlast these winters,
Outlast these seasons,
To shelter, to gaurd, to protect,to love,
But alas! It couldn't!
Or maybe it didn't!
It never would.