Season Of Love - Poem by William Blackman
The spring of a relationship when slumping petals rise.
The dawn of emotion falling like a warm drizzle.
Ambient thoughts of romance oh so colorful.
The motions of streams moving with more force and speed.
Something in the wind felt like beautiful music.
The evidence of change with firestones burning the past.
A time to be generous with a most giving heart.
Two souls combined goes to a more compelling depth.
Season of love beyond the existence of climate.
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