For the seasons bring thoughts to my young mind,
The reaction to each accordingly,
Your thought brings one season in mind to find,
I smile, but then I cry, suprisingly.
The summer, one season so intense,
Emotions rush when I hear your sweet voice,
Sometimes the thought does not make any sense,
But having you to hold is the best choice.
Even so, it's not the same when you're gone,
Winter creeps in my mind like the darkness.
The coldness I get when am all alone,
I can't be without you, I must confess.
My love, knight in shining armor, my king;
I wake up everyday, glad to be your queen.
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