Seasons of Love

In the Spring of our love, 'twas nascent. 'Twas new!
In gardens of joy the fruits of delight grew.
The bliss of her presence, the sun of her smile,
Were all that was needed to charm me, and while
Our season of Spring rolled from day unto day,
We swore our new passion would all for aye stay.

Time sleepeth not, though, and Summer arrived.
His storms beat against our hearts' vows we contrived.
Great rivers of passion that once rolled so strong
Began to dry out as the days became long.
But come storm or famine, my true love and I
Had vowed to each other, e'en when times were dry.

Autumn surprised us with breezes so fair.
Past trials were forgotten as if never there.
The seeds we had planted so plenteous in Spring,
And watered in Summer - a harvest did bring!
Our love had been changed, but better apiece:
Stronger and deeper, and free of caprice.

Now we are wintering, I and my love.
We cuddle together like snowbirds, above.
The outdoors are not quite as pleasant as Spring,
But, indoors, we care about nary a thing.
I look in her eyes, and I smile, and I sigh
For the love we have storehoused as time has gone by.

E'en our wintertime must someday fade,
For not even precious stones stay where they're laid.
She shall leave the realms to eternally sleep,
But I know full well I have no cause to weep.
For through lands unseen, and dreams yet undreamt,
Where'er my heart is, my soul shall be kept.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Scarlatan, in the year 406 AF.