Four Seasons

It has come full-circle,
We made it around an entire cycle;
It is like Pan playing his enchanting fife,
Sharing our love, now until the end of our life.

The Summer,
There was the incredible, passionate heat;
Holding me up in my depression,
Not letting me accept defeat.

The Autumn,
And her wonderful, wet breeze;
Running together, arm-and-arm,
Escaping this world, and It's disease.

The Winter,
Briskness held no boundaries,
Sheltered in your warmness,
It was our hearts that were seized.

The Spring,
A new beginning, and quite a development, too!
A surprise visitor becomes visible,
And now a new cycle begins, and he will help see us through!