There are four seasons
Spring, summer, autumn, and winter
In the spring everything is new
New life, new beginnings, new starts
In the summer everything is growing
Roses, daisies, and fawns
In autumn everything is old
The flowers are growing weary
In the winter death takes over
Everything is dead or dying, everything is dark
Life is just like the seasons
Birth, growing, old, dead
Life is as simple as that
There's nothing else behind it
There is no magic
Magic doesn't exist
The closest thing to magic is love
However; love is a very rare, yet misused thing
People abuse the words that mean the most
The three simple words: “I love you”
Why is it misused?
And abused?
Love is like a flower
A rose to be exact
Roses are beautiful things
Difficult to care for and keep alive
Love is just the same
People use it for many reasons
They don't realize that those three words hurt
Like thorns on a rose
It takes two people to keep it alive
Much like it takes a special person to keep a rose alive
Most people say “you have my heart”
They should say “you have my rose”
Many people would be confused
But not the one for you
However now that you've read this
They may have to
This is the end
Farewell