The seasons of life,
The many seasons of love,
Seasons now without any good reasons
For the death of his love,
With gloomy depressed skies above
Autumn brings her agony of more tears,
Winter strikes her with ice cold fears,
Spring the rebirth of no celebrations or cheers,
Summer a time to remember how they used to dance,
Seasons then were like ripe fruit bursting with their romance,
She loves him even more with the rhythm of the music,
Dreaming as she moves in her lonely dance,
Without her heart and soul as Autumn falls,
She feels so tired and old,
Like the leaves falling brown, russet and gold,
Seasons without any good reasons,
His brown volcanic eyes drowning her in the death of his love,
Like the dark, eerie skies above,
Emptiness sways as her emotions fray,
As she remembers the beauty of his love,
The volcano erupted and the end of their romance,
She doesn’t want a chance
Just his familiar arms around her shattered body,
Then the seasons will come alive and playfully dance.
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