Love

Love is like the seasons
It never ends without a reason.

Love is like the fall
The wind and warm leaves enticed us with a sense of peace that runs throughout us all.

Love is like the winter
Our breaks and sorrows reflected in the pure, white snow that always seemed to glow.

Love is like the spring
Our laughs and shrieks of glee always echoed throughout the lush, young trees.

Love is like the summer
A bright, burning fire that only fuels my desire.

Love is like a cycle
Because even if the love seems to fade, it will renew itself with the seasons

Which will be forever old, yet oddly new