For contest about Seasons, written 21 Aug 2014
We met in Summer, though it felt like Spring. It was a time for newly-born passions; Never fearing what the future could bring, But probably not ready for love’s seasons. From passion we created a new life To bind us then more closer together. When we finally became man and wife, Maybe Summer would then last forever. In our Autumn years, our sons have both grown. It seems like the seasons all leave to fast. I’m grateful for the years of love I’ve known, And feel for you like I felt in Springs past. There’s nothing to fear about growing old, Except living alone in Winter’s cold.
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