Seasons

The first was spring like melting of last snow

Like a breath of fresh air, of new life, love

Summer followed when the world is aglow

As fireflies flicker, only warmth above.

My passion is fervent, so strong, so pure

Hold it close in your heart like fragile glass

Keep it forever my feelings secure

Gaze at me only as the seasons pass.

But to part is predestined, so gently

Break promises true lest unreal hope spurs

And to wish is for naught, so tenderly

Trace cheeks long dried until your visage blurs.

For nothing’s left and ev’rything long gone

bind me tightly— or let me come undone.

By: CCV, Filed under Literary