Our relationship,
is like the 4 seasons.

Like spring.
A fresh smell,
of what life has in store.
Fills up the whole place,
when you walk through my door.

You nurture my soul.
Like the warm summer sun,
nurtures the fields below.
And the things we do together.
Are the only chances
i'll get to watch you grow.

Then it's almost time to go.
Things start to turn and change.
Just like the season fall,
it tells of what's in range.

A kiss, a hug,
And a "I love you more".
The door slams, again alone.
another long cold winter's instore.