Seasons End

You call but I won’t answer the phone It’s all because I enjoy being alone I at times flirt with being yours Then my mind sailed for poetic shores God made me for his own reasons Put inside me passionate seasons Can’t be summer when I’m winter Keep your blooming heart as your center For I am waiting on grand babies Growing in art like gold daisies I care for you but you deserve more And so do I for love is not a chore