SEASONS
EVERYTHING HAPPENS IN IT'S DUE SEASON.THERE IS NO RHYME OR REASON.
YOU ARE IN SEASON TO ME.
RIPE.
FRESH.
BURSTING.
I LOVE IT WHEN YOU PLEASE ME.
SEASONS AND TIMES CHANGE.
SOMETIMES THERE IS NO TIME TO ARRANGE YOURSELF OR GET READY.
BECAUSE, SEASONS CHANGE AND ARE NOT ALWAYS STEADY.
LOVING YOU IS A SEASON UNTO ITSELF.
SUNNY AND GREEN.
BRIGHT WITH LIGHT.
FILLED WITH FLOWERS CAUSING DARK CLOUDS TO COWER.
THEY CAN'T STAND THE BRIGHTNESS.
THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND IT.
THEY WANT US TO BE LESS CANDID.
MY LOVE FOR YOU IS OPEN AND FREE.
IT IS MY FAVORITE PLACE TO BE.
BASKING IN THE GLOW AND GLORY OF YOUR LOVE.
FEELING LIKE IT'S SENT FROM HEAVEN ABOVE.
FEELING YOUR LOVE LIKE SPRING SHOWERS,
WAITING FOR YOUR ESSENCE TO COVER MY FLOWERS.
I WANT TO BE IN YOUR ARMS ON A COLD STARRY NIGHT,
WATCHING THE BATS TAKE THEIR NIGHTTIME FLIGHT.
WATCHING FLAKES AS THEY SHOWER OUR LOVE WITH GLISTENING SNOW FROM ABOVE.
FALLING LEAVES SHOWERING OUR LOVE WITH FALL COLORS THAT MAKE US REJOICE.
YOU ARE MY ONE AND ONLY CHOICE.
BEING WITH YOU MAKES ME FEEL SAFE AND SOUND.
NO MATTER THE SEASON, I WILL KEEP YOU AROUND.
TRINA N. THOMAS-EADDY 04/30/00
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