Seasons come and goes
We see highs and lows
the season which is perpetual
The season of love...is the ritual
Love gives the experiences
Of all the seasons...
We fall nervous chill and cold.
When we feel our beloved in behold.
We feel the warmth and heat in our hearts.,
When the feel of love really starts
Drenched...get we....in without the rains....
In tears.... when two hearts depart, with a lot of pain
We feel the bloom and the spring
As love flutters and hearts sing
Shattered like an Autumn leaf crumbling and dry
When the thoughts of endearing makes us cry
Love is the season, it's a feeling
Flowing, falling in it, sometimes hurting, sometimes healing.