Spring…. As my love opens up, Like a new bud. Nurtured by your shower of attention, Your ray of personality, Not to mention your warmth of congeniality. Newborn love, New to the world, New to me. Summer…. Your heat, my heat, Our heat. Our hot, sizzling, burning, Love? The very essence of you, Brought the color and vibrancy, To my black and white world… New level of love, Seen by the world, But new to me. Fall… Falling… Leaf by leaf, Layer by layer. Grief after grief, As I said prayer after prayer, For you, For us. Different array of colors, Your colors. Gradually, progressively, slowly, Revealing…with time. New image of you. Known by the world, But so new to me. Winter… So cold, so frozen. No color or life. No warmth. So what’s so cold? My love for you? Or just you? New revelation. New to me, As I watched four seasons change. Spring…. Trusted by the world again. Averted by me… As I try to divert my eyes, From the fragile possibilities Until it’s my season, And my time to reap.