Love is like the changing seasons;
Warm and gentle like Spring,
Hot and harsh like Summer,
Cool and blistery like Autumn,
Cold and frozen like Winter.
When love is as warm as the Spring air
It is kind and gives a care.
When love is as gentle as the Spring breeze
It can be strong and at ease.
When love is as hot as the Summer heat
It is passionate and a treat.
When love is as harsh as the Summer sun
It can be cruel and a stun.
When love is as cool as the Autumn night
It is relieving and a delight.
When love is as blistery as the Autumn wind
It can be scary and maligned.
When love is as cold as the Winter chill
It is depressing and bodes ill will.
When love is as frozen as the Winter ice
It can be woeful and a vice.
When love is so diverse and different,
Can we overcome our fears and learn
That not every love will be the same;
That if we try and look passed the bad,
We can see all the seasons of love?
I know it's not entirely anti-love or anything but there is anti-love in it so I figured I'd put it up. x3 Hope you enjoy reading this one!
