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
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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