Love, like everything in life,
Has its many seasons-
A winter, springtime, summer
And autumn all its own.
Winter love is dormant
Softly sleeping in the snow
Waiting for a warming breeze
To stir it into life.
Springtime love is fragile
And precious as a swelling bud
Full of promises and dreams,
Of breathless beauty, too.
Summer love is wonderful-
A glowing, growing time
Fully bloomed and brightly colored-
A sharing, caring time.
And autumn, golden autumn,
The harvest time of love
When fruits are picked and savored
And stored forevermore.
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