Seasons

so old. my jhs self lives for rhymes. 

Spring blossomed flower 

before an altruistic lover. 

A very good doer

said, "I won't leave, never." 

Summer heat was felt. 

Your kisses, here I dwelt. 

Swam in the blue sea,

crashing waves of loving thee. 

Autumn then followed

poor heart stumbled. 

"Fall," the leaves said

so I did, and then he left. 

Winter cried snow, 

why did my love grow? 

Cold hearted man 

love story's now gone. 

Four different weather 

as I fall deeper

you went further. 

As seasons changed,

the pain unfortunately stayed.