bruised, wounded, and mended.
To my love-
who taught me that words are magic, lonesome and mysterious.
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Seasons of LovePoetry
Love is like a leaf--changing amid the seasons: breathing with the summer breeze, lush like the springtime, morphing magically like the autumn hue, and gelid as the wintertide. *Photos and artworks used in this book belong to their respective owners.