her lips tasted like flowers, there was summer on her breath

but her eyes imprisoned sapphire sadness, an empty winter death

arms entangled like weeds and her air on my neck like spring

blowing dandelions into my blurry vision's poor broken wings

i signed up for the seasons just to fall in love with the sky

knee deep in the snow with my fragile heart held helpless to her fire

she's the wind to spread the blaze across my dry and trampled fields

and she's the storm to wash it out and remind me this is real

she's the heat of the summer and the smile of my fall

she's a sweater and icicles and the change of spring water that trickles in us all

i'm attached to her in an endless loop like every year's routine

i think i'd lose myself if i lost her gentle breeze

. . .

so this is supposed to be abt like someone who seems beautiful and happy and summertime incarnate on the outside but really theyre super sad and broken on the inside and fragile like a fallen dead leaf in fall one of those ones that make a really nice crunch when you step on it and instead of it being their pov its their lovers pov and its basically them seeing her as this bright beautiful person even with her sad wintry parts and this could be a good thing like loving them ao deeply that they plant their own roots to grow and dissolve the sad hard frozen ones she planted in herself and trying to help and make them better and protect her, or it could be a bad thing like ignoring the bad parts and only wanting to see the show that she puts on for the rest of the world and not trying to break her illusion and let her suffer if it spares them the pain of it too

:)