The Seasons Of Love Poem by Jack Ure

The season of Love

So are you the winter,
Are you frosty and cold,
No, you are not like winter, you are not frosty or cold,
You are not cold you glow in the gloom for all to see.

So if you are not Winter what are you?
Maybe you are Autumn,
Forever changing, forever loving,
And as the trees change do you change.

Or are you spring?
Just coming through the changing barriers,
Breaking out with rays of warmth and love,
But are you able to provide everlasting faith?

Maybe you're summer,
So warm and fun loving,
Not cold but hot and caring to everything,
But are you just season?

I do not know,
Could you be all four,
A bit of each season
Is this why i love you so.

By
Jack Francis Ure