Our love was born with the lambs
In
the freshness of spring
And
like the lambs we stepped unsure
Uncertain
of what life would bring
When
spring turned to summer
We
had caught cupid’s eye
Our
hearts danced like flowers in the breeze
As
he shot his arrows at you and I
When
summer waned into autumn
Love
changed colour like the leaves
Life
draining away dying leaf by leaf
And
began to drift away on the breeze
When
autumn gave way to winter
Love
lay bleeding in the snow
Each
flake of snow buried it deeper
Nothing
of our love was left to show
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