In spring, love crept like a timid stream among the early buds of my soul
In spring, love crept like a timid stream among the early buds of my soul,
I remember your eyes like the azure sky, enchanting me with every glance, an old and new spell,
On a country road we walked, hand in hand, treading on the whispers of the earth awakened from slumber,
Then we kissed under the budding willow, a promise of life that revives with each spring.
In that summer, we lay on the hot sand until night swallowed the weary sun,
It showed us a new delight—shimmering diamonds just for the two of us, an intimate galaxy,
We shared dreams and laughter under the moonlight, two souls thinking that infinity is here and now,
And that our love is an endless sea embracing us with waves of crazy happiness.
In autumn, the days turned crisp, and though October's leaves shone in vivid colors,
Your eyes lost their sparkle, and the nights grew colder, foretelling a separation,
With every rustle of fallen leaves, I felt our love slowly fading,
A summer dream disappearing on the horizon, leaving behind only the shadows of a time that was.
In winter, I stood alone among the flakes dancing from a frozen sky, touching my face,
Though the snow was beautiful and pearly, a carpet of silence dressing the world in quiet,
In my heart was only the longing for your embrace, a search for warmth lost in the white cold,
And every breath was a dream wrapped in mist, a whisper slipping into nothingness.
Thus pass the seasons of love, month by month and season by season, a dance of coming and going,
And I wonder if love will ever grow, like a tree unafraid of change.
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Dan Enache
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