Seasons

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Winter's Cold;
Summer is Hot.
Your like Spring,
Where love blooms a lot.
I'm like Fall,
I fall for your love;
As strong the eagle,
As Gentle as the dove,
Seasons are for Reasons
And the reasons we don't know.
Let's just enjoy our love,
Like spring, it grows.
But spring won't last for eternity;
Fall is next, and that's the time,
I will have regrets, then those regrets,
Cause Arguments to make my life dumber;
Arguments, Scorching hot as the season- Summer.
It seems our hearts are like a glass,
That smashed into splinters,
which froze our relationship like the season...Winter.

Tremar Ivey

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