In SPRING my heart leapt like a lamb,
was overcome with joy.
Sweet kisses she placed tenderly
on lips of golden boy.
SUMMER burst with first love's fire,
igniting heart and soul.
With solar flares and fireflies
love burnt out of control.
AUTUMN taught the trees to bleed;
it taught my heart to weep,
as lifeless leaves lay at my feet,
like love I could not keep.
WINTER wept its frozen tears,
as love grew cold to me.
Her icy heart: my Christmas gift,
a cross: my Christmas tree.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 24th, 2020 05:39
- Comment from author about the poem: for L
- Category: Love
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