Is it ironic that I returned Mr Frost only when the snow first began to fall?

Yes I would say, that's hilarious. And an obvious irony she would call.

Like a sunset fading in the west, much like her favorite day of all. 

It appears to me on such a day. What a beautiful irony for all.

How humerous is it that she loves Frost, even though it must destroy the Fall.

As a pedestrian I walk towards winter, across the bricks which they call mall.

With a chuckle and a quiet tone, my words pretend to be appalled.

And all I can do is shake my head, at this beautiful irony for all.

You are different from the rest,
very easily you passed my test.
You are an adventure that I will not regret,
Your stories, your cube, your shoes I will not forget.
You blew my mind from the first impression,
Your lips are sweet and filled with passion.
You are **** and you hate when I'm cheesy,
I know that for you, kissing me was not easy.
Your colour is blue you are careful with love,
I will truly miss you, I will probably sob.
Let us not forget what we had,
I want you to not feel bad.
I hope time flies when you are unseen,
I hope this friendship will continue if you know what I mean..

Describe yourself. Describe this world. Describe a tree. Describe an iPhone, a dung beetle, a circling vulture, a pill you swallow daily.

Things, millions of things, are occurring simultaneously around us and it is up to us what we decide to describe as note-worthy.

We mentally decide what is praiseworthy.

Strive to describe only that which is worthy, when we are surrounded by so much that unworthy.