The year cycles from
Winter to spring and then back—
Love can be like that.
You bring me roses
Just by being in my life…
At last, I’m lucky.
Nature has a way,
They say, of finding a path…
As I did to you.
Hug me close as the
Leaves fall like raindrops or tears
And I will feel warm.
Spring, summer, fall, winter—
We see seasons of nature
Mirrored in Man’s eyes.