Seasonal Secrets
Spring:
Beautiful flowers bloom
as the sun begins to rise.
I haven't yet seen
what's behind your eyes.
Summer:
Sweet words turns
into hot, steamy kisses.
For your lips is always
what one misses.
Fall:
As the nights
begins to cool down,
I start to hope that
you'll be around.
Winter:
A gentle breeze
pulls us close.
Your love is what
I want most.
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