The Seasons of love

Young love blossoms like the beautiful spring flower
Such emotions emerge with an innate intangible power
The vines of the two minds become utterly entangled
Reason and logic becomes insatiably mangled.

Soon the summer days are in full swing
The two souls together joyously sing
New minds are ready to be born onto the beautiful earth
Everyone will rejoice because this love will give birth.

The autumn winds graze the marital field
Is it cold enough to say that fate is already sealed?
Maybe or maybe not but how can one such as I judge or guess?
But surely the petals now number less and less.

The bitter winter frost has now taken its ceremonious grip
For the young or the old this is not going to be a pleasurable trip
No! The stalk has drooped and the flower has died
On that day I relentlessly cried and sighed.
By,
Brian Rooney