Seasons Of Love Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Seasons of Love

It is the blossom time of love
Where mind a lagging runner falls
Before the avalanche of joy
When the heart for beauty calls.
It is the summer time of love
When every page is read aloud
And every touch a special thrill
As blossom flowers in a crowd
That lift the soul and fix the eye
On the beloved countenance
A moment in eternity.
It is the autumn time of love
When passion rests and words are done
A time of silent love when Grace
Unites our souls to be as one.
It is the winter time of love
When one must go, the other stay
To live alone and contemplate
The Infinity we live each day.