Season come and go,
one day you will too,
for no days are permanent,
And i'm impotent,
.
I fear this day will come,
with the memories deep inside my heart,
wanting to be free,
but, will I still love thee?
YOU ARE READING
The year I've spent with you.
PoetryRoses are red, Violets are blue, Seasons change, so do you.
