The seasons change as years go by,
as, my friend, have you and I.
The summers pass, the winters fade,
and so end the bonds we've made.
A warming spring had budded new hope,
from which frost melted; and I could cope.
But a blistering summer wilted what grew,
and parched the bountiful love I knew.
Autumn arrived, with a swift, harsh chill,
and rendered our ties brittle, cold and weak-willed.
And finally, winter caused frost-bitten notions,
until all that was left was numb, dead emotions.
It's over for us, but I do not regret.
And it would be a pity to your memory for me to forget.
And although it has ended, and it cannot mend,
remember that spring will come again.
Author notes
The image is not my own. It is a result from a Google search. The original copyright is unknown..
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