He is my Winter's day.
Who's beautiful though once seemed cold.
Who's breath of frost takes mine away,
Who offers up his hand to hold.
He is my Spring day.
Who brings me new beginnings and life.
Who's smile takes my sorrows away,
Who has asked me to be his wife.
He is my Summer's day.
Who's both wonderful and wild.
Who's light shines wherever he stays.
With whom I've raised our child.
He is my Autumn day.
Who's colours change as we grow old.
Who has sadly passed away,
Who's memories and love I'll forever hold.
He is the one, whom which I love and have no other reason,
Than that I love more deeply with the change of every season.
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What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.
