Seasons

The bloom, it’s growing.
I thinking,
About loving.
Spring, Spring.
A bloom begins,
And hopefully never ends.

Sweat, the bloom is bold.
Hot, in in the heat,
Summer holds.
Boy, oh, boy.
This is fast.
A lovers dream,
Finally,
At last.

Then it stops.
Autumn winds,
Bring the heavy burden.
Of the Lovers sin.
The stress the worry.
It’s coming in a hurry.
The petals are falling,
Falling.
I am stalling.

Winters death,
Kills the bloom,
As the icicles,
Penetrate my room.
Showing the tears I shed.
Hoping, wishing.
I was dead.

Spring comes, and winter falls.
I don’t want to go through this all.
Again.
Oh, again, like the season.
I bloom again.