Season Of Love Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

He was searching for her
She was searching for him;
Little did they know,
It was right in front of them.

Like two puzzle pieces,
They fit groove and tongue;
And their story, though not a new one
Was far from being done.

So many roads they would travel
Somehow just missing the other;
Never quite crossing paths
That would lead to one another.

Guess it's in the timing of things;
We’ll never know the rhyme or reason
Why star crossed lovers finally meet,
Unless even love has a season.