The Seasons Of Her

October 1, 2015

Being with her is like the summer's kiss

she only stays for so long and leaves me like the autumn's fall.

Gentle breeze such as her presence;

She suprises me in the winter with such presents.

Back to spring where we first met,

You were my first love who i promised to kept.

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