Love Weathers © Poem by Roann Mendriq

To love is easy in the Spring,
when blue skies glow with bright delight;
When flowers bloom and lovebirds sing,
and all the world is sweet and right...

Spring's tender kisses linger on,
like gentle, loving, sweet incense;
From dusk to midnight, then to dawn,
when loving will again commence!

To love in Summer has its charms
amidst the warm and sultry air;
Languid in each others arms,
a hot and heady love affair...

Summer's kisses scorch and sting,
Swift and hard and bittersweet;
A breathless, careless, heartless fling,
Brash and bold and indiscreet!

To love in Monsoons, has its price,
langushing in soft, silents tears;
of pain and pining, to entice,
anticipating unknown fears.

Monsoon kisses, full and moist,
Unrelenting like the rains;
Unsaid words are thus invoiced,
tantalizing love refrains.

To love is hard in Winter's chill,
when icy hearts turn into stone;
When loving fades to unfulfill
heart's aching needs too deeply sown.

Cold winter's kisses stab the heart,
Frosty lips that wound and shred;
Bleak indifference cuts apart
a stranger's empty unmade bed.

Yet, winter's love though harsh and raw,
will one fine day begin to thaw;
And flourish fast, without a doubt
for that's what loving's all about!