

Seasons of the Heart: SpringWhen all the leaves are budding And the land is fresh with dew, I awaken now, heart in full bloom As passion stirs with life anew, But swift am struck by winter's doom, A lingering draft of chill that blew Amongst these chambers of Persephone's womb, And so it was my malformed flowers grew A field of raging roses upon this cuckold's tomb As south and west my honor flew To warmer times whence lust daren't loom Where beds are chaste and words are true, I seek such lands free of pomp and plume Under a brazen sun that no cloud can subdue So noble a love I may freeSeasons of the Heart: Spring


Seasons of the Heart: SummerNow all the leaves have blossomed as we lie in wild sweet grass, counting clouds like sheep while they cook in the glow of the melting light of sunset, lingering rays settle upon the swaying golden grains, drifting back and forth like the lids of your sleepy eyes, the curtains to my rarest treasure, at once soft with the greens of silky heather floating upon a cerulean sea, my serenity tumbled into an explosive hazel tumult, seared with a starlight to dim theSeasons of the Heart: Summer
budding twilight of the imitators arriving above us. Moments don't last lifet
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