The Seasons of Us
In the spring of our love, when blossoms first bloom,
We danced in the sunlight, as laughter filled the room.
Each moment was vibrant, a canvas of dreams,
In the warmth of new beginnings, our hearts burst at the seams.
The summer followed swiftly, with days painted gold,
Hand in hand we wandered, our stories unfold.
Underneath starlit skies, we whispered our vows,
In the heat of our passion, we discovered our hows.
But autumn arrived, and the leaves turned to rust,
A season of change, testing faith and trust.
With the chill in the air came shadows of doubt,
Yet we learned through the trials what love was about.
When winter descended, cloaked in silence and white,
The world felt so heavy, our spirits lost sight.
Yet in the coldest of nights, we huddled so near,
Finding warmth in our hearts, conquering fear.
Through blizzards and storms, our bond held so tight,
With every flurry of doubt, we embraced the fight.
For love is a journey, with seasons to share,
And in every phase, we've learned how to care.
As the cycle turns back, the spring will return,
With blossoms of hope and new lessons to learn.
In the seasons of us, with each rise and each fall,
We've grown through the weather, together through it all.
So here's to our journey, wherever it goes,
Through the warmth of the sun and the chill of the snows.
In the tapestry woven, our love will always stay,
For in every season, it blooms day by day.
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Whispers of the Soul
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