Love like Winter

I believe in love. I strive for love, though a romantic love is once in a live time. Your first true love is only: indefinite., undefined. Like the seasons love changes. The booming fling, rising like the flowers of Spring. The warm mellow ride, fueled by the Summers breeze. Then there is the slow backing away as the leaves fade in the Fall. And then finally the withered love, shrouded in ice and snow. The Winter leaving many hearts hollow. Though there are a few, a select set of lovers that can battle through the storm, and as the seasons change again so does their love. The booming Spring is back, and with it a lasting romance. But the question is. Can they survive another Winter, another Fall, or Summer? Time will tell, but time is measured by the seasons. So a truer statement would be: Only the seasons will tell.