Seasons

Our love was born in the spring time.

The white of a crocus pushed through.

The spring breeze carried a promise

And I fell in love with you.

It came to full bloom that summer;

The sky so incredibly blue.

The warmth of the sun against our skin;

I couldn't be parted from you.

The trees looked splendid in autumn.

Their leaves were of colourful hue.

But all too soon those same leaves would fall;

I'd start to feel distant from you.

Our love was tested in winter

The cold winter winds that now blew.

Chilled to the bone; our love had grown cold

Alas our relationship's through.