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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