She’s named Summer.
And thoughts of her
calm down the weather.
Oh boy, is she a glitter
and on her ear are pert flowers,
shying away December showers.
But she’s really hot she burns
all things the hard way she learns.
You may stay under her covers
that is, if you’ll survive her embers.
She’s the faces of flowers and she’s Summer,
But she’ll burn you, you can’t keep her forever.
Meet Autumn,
falling for you straight like a column.
She’ll never stop till she reaches the bottom
of your heart jostling its way out like a heated atom.
All she does is fall
And you, she’ll enthrall.
She’ll give you her all
like the star answering your call.
But time’s short, chances are gaulle.
That’s the pitfall
of loving a girl nicknamed Fall.
She’ll rot soon, think you can handle
whirlwind romance’s toll?
And when you’re sad, Winter’s much more,
The ever pale facade but a voice of heartsore.
She’ll knock on your door
And illicit clandestine amour.
She’s the mystery you’ll adore,
the girl behind every tales of a broken conteur.
Sending shivers is her game she’s all hoar
and with her little game of rancor
after receiving her quick kiss, there’s no way you’ll gain score.
But everything loves her: the sky, the roof and the shore.
Maybe, just maybe, Winter will love you but the chance’s so poor.
And their little sister’s named Spring,
Oh, the joys of life and love, she’ll bring.
Known to be the butterfly’s darling,
the birds and the leaves are rejoicing.
But she doesn’t seem to care
and you’ll take her as the biggest dare.
You may strum the guitar and bring the snare,
to you, her love will she share?
Will you take the risk and call it fair,
if after you tried hard, your love, she will just tear?
Girls are seasons you try so hard to decipher,
different personalities, different box and cover.
Too much joy, so little time
Too much time, so many wrong move.
But all the same, you’ll find one that’s right for you
at the perfect time and perfect season.
