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Seasons
Life is said to be cherished,
to be lived to it's fullest.
Love is said to be priceless,
no amount of money can buy.
With the presence of one,
there must be the other.
Life is empty without love,
love is meaningless without life.
One carries on through the day,
without a clue as to their meaning.
I breath and live,
I feel and love.
Hiding behind the mask that I made,
it hides the pain that is caused by loss.
The loss of love,
and of will.
Crying for what should have been,
what was going to be paradise.
The arms of the loved one,
oh how they are missed.
The voice of the chosen one,
soft words spoken from kindness.
The love for the one,
who got away before.
Before my love could be seen,
by God when we married.
The pain of the waves as they crash,
eroding away what was left of my sole.
Bitter winter nights are ahead,
chilling winds, blinding snow.
I can not see forward to the spring,
the visions of beauty unseen.
My leaves have all left,
my bear branches shake.
For this winter will be cold,
but your memory will warm.
To see your smile will bring the spring,
to hear "I love you" will warm the heart.
Spring will not appear till that day,
winters bitter hold on me now.