Our love came in the gentle Spring,
So sweet and fresh and true -
When we were young and unafraid,
And all was clear and new.
It blossomed in the Summertime,
And came to fullest bloom -
We lay beneath the Cedar Tree,
Our love there to consume.
But in the chill of Autumn mist,
It then began to wane -
No longer did we feel the joy,
Nor would we e’er again.
So as the Winter gripped our hearts,
Our hands then slipped apart -
We said goodbye and turned away,
As love did then depart.
Love can leave things behind, but sometimes we leave behind love under that cedar tree. A sad story... But so transfixing while read. Nice work. -W
A natural withering away in winter after a sprouting in spring, a blooming in summer and a ripening in autumn! Enjoyed these seasons of love!
The seasons of love and its turning. A nice romantic if not sad write.
According to Seasons love is a bed of roses and then its a star on the wane! BEAUTIFUL WRITE!
How beautifully expressed! It touched my heart.... A profound write!
So sad, like the seasons change so can love change! Superb write!
such a beautiful write using the seasons as a backdrop. I like very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply beautiful. It's written with a great flow. lovely! ! !