I felt you were spring time.
You dressed my trees with blossoms.
Spring flowers bowed their heads, as you and I passed by.
The stream bubbling by ,shouted such respect.

Summer came.
The sunlight lady tanned the sky.
Tickling us with her light.
We peeled our clothes down to near nothing.
The daylight heat felt better that way.
Our night times were naked.
We lay on opposing sides of the naked bed.
The coolest daytime moments came upon those summer's days, when we awoke and touched.

But, then like the flowers love turned into an autumn mist.
As August end games we kissed goodbye.
Our seasonal love was destined to die.
Like a regular Shakespearean tragedy.
We were never meant to be forever.
Surely t'was decreed by the universe.
Que sera sera.
Indeed, whatever will be will be.

Your love has gone now.
Nothing ever could be worse.
Love cursed, abandoned in the summer park.
I left my tears upon the river bank.
So free.
They could flow right into the sea.
(C) LIVVI