Our love is like the
Green leaves on the
Trees in spring
Fresh, new and innocent
In summer we desire more
The passion, the intensity.
The innocents is no more
And our desires consume us.
But somehow our desire tends to fade.
And nows its fall
We try to keep the passion and intensity alive
But all it does is fade away
In winter it turns cold....
This being the coldest season it withers everything away
And thats what winter does it withers everything away
And our love is sealed with a kiss of goodbye
By: Soso K. and Kaitlin R.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem