Feb 2012
"If this is the way you want it to end"
Words that ring through my ears
so untrue, yet a part of what I hear
everyday.
Let me for a moment explain...
Loving you had no beginning or sense of end
no fake colorful flowers in an imaginary garden
just each day a new start...a new joy
Each season represents what I feel about our love
Spring holding hope for the new, that lives inside us
the unyielding adventure being born with each little
bud exploding from the earth.
Summer was a time of splendor while the lazy
days of our afternoons allowed us to love
oh, and make love.
Fall brought our Summer closer
like a hug from Nature a reminder of what is
and what isn't...a time of reflection and peace.
Winter cold held our hearts at the hearth at the cabin
where silk sheets soothed lovers skin
and overstuffed duvets warmed us in the cold
the fire flickering our reflections off the others face.
So to say, *"If this is the way you want it to end"
is insane of you to think.
Can anyone stop the seasons from changing?
Then how could I ever change the seasons of my heart?
Words that ring through my ears
so untrue, yet a part of what I hear
everyday.
Let me for a moment explain...
Loving you had no beginning or sense of end
no fake colorful flowers in an imaginary garden
just each day a new start...a new joy
Each season represents what I feel about our love
Spring holding hope for the new, that lives inside us
the unyielding adventure being born with each little
bud exploding from the earth.
Summer was a time of splendor while the lazy
days of our afternoons allowed us to love
oh, and make love.
Fall brought our Summer closer
like a hug from Nature a reminder of what is
and what isn't...a time of reflection and peace.
Winter cold held our hearts at the hearth at the cabin
where silk sheets soothed lovers skin
and overstuffed duvets warmed us in the cold
the fire flickering our reflections off the others face.
So to say, *"If this is the way you want it to end"
is insane of you to think.
Can anyone stop the seasons from changing?
Then how could I ever change the seasons of my heart?
