Spring is planting season:
Breaking the ground,
And sowing the seeds
‘Fore summer comes around.
But love knows no season.
Summer's growing season:
Watering the crop,
To cultivate growth
And avoid a flop.
But love knows no season.
Fall is harvest season—
Gathering the increase.
And decorating tables,
Preparing for a feast.
But love knows no season.
Winter's blight season
To prune the land
And prepare it for spring—
A season that's grand.
But love knows no season.
Eternal, not seasonal.
Boundless as the open skies.
Eros, agape, or philia—
Love never wanes, nor dies.
Love knows no season.
Love knows no season what a delightful thought the very word love launched a thousand poems and yours ends love never wanes, nor dies.as a Yorkshire man will say LUVLI...regards
Every line was simple and magical, I love how you use the seasons as a metaphor for the existence of love, so many times people fall into spring and abandon the work invested in making a crop grow through the rest of the seasons. Great title great work.
Just love without any boundaries or time! Beautiful and touching! ! ! !
Definitely a true poem in delicate written style. I like the title..it did remind me some of beautiful paintings, colorful even they will become old but the picture still preserved in greatest way..the meaning it carries_Soul
Great wisdom in this timeless poem Fantastic, enjoyable and great Exellent poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, love has no seasons! It is perennial! ! Simply lovely! !