The Seasons of You

I saw it the first time we met, your face like a Spring day, youthful...fresh a blossoming smile like new leaves unfurling tasting the Spring air for the first time. Your eyes as clear as two new born stars radiating into my head like fork lightening, I knew then I would spend the rest of my life with you. Your personality emanating like Summer it was like laying down in a field of Poppies on a beautiful clear Summer day...carefree. breathing new life into me. Then as your illness got worse, it was like Autumn slowly watching your leaves falling one by one, but even at your worst, you never complained. So thankfully you have no Winter I remember carrying you up the stairs for the first time you were in great pain... as i looked into your eyes I could see it was Spring all over again...