The summer we met
unfurled into seasons
made resplendent
by first love
Monsoon rains
conspired to add
new meaning
to age-old truths
Autumn leaves
sailed down to join
in celebration
where we lingered
Later, besotted snowflakes
drifted lazily
and turned to crystals
in your hair
In Springtime,
your ardor tattoo-ed
promises into my heart
of more seasons to come…
How lovely for first love to become an everlasting one – the one that spans many seasons. What do you think? What’s your story?