By summer, I was lucky enough to call you mine.
My skin was sun kissed and so was yours.
By fall, the colours of our hearts blossomed along with the leaves outside.
My macchiato kept me warm and so did yours.
By winter, my lashes caught snowflakes while you caught a cold.
My joints were stiff and so was yours.
By spring, we sat under an umbrella and enjoyed the rain.
My hair was grey and so was yours.
