You asked me if people are seasonal
meant to only exist in your life for a while
and through all the holes you have disappeared into
I fear at the thought of being one
which you question, which you imply
that I may be soon to die-- in those memories of yours
do you ask me to find a reason? An easier way to say
that the fall of your thoughts have arrived to end our summer's day
I couldn't be wise, because I was loving like a fool
kept pouring my heart until it called me cruel
you stop and call me kind but I can't help but refuse
for I was your seasons love-- and I was the loving fool.
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Author:
Adam Shirley (
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True talk. Love is for all seasons, for all eternity.
I so agree with you Seek, thank you very much.
Kindly take the time to read my poem "When Evil is God". Any comments, critical or otherwise will help me write better and will be greatly appreciated. Thanks.
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