As the-
Winter with its doom-
Summers..
Stars and the moon.
Touch down with me, my love.
And we will be one.
Together-
When the leaves-
Swing to trees.
Autumn will celebrate,
You and me.
Decaying days live to see many moons.
My love, your spring blossoms and blooms.
Seasons:
Love for all seasons, sounds fabulous. A realy good poem I enjoyed reading it.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
thanks!
thanks!