• Seasons of My Heart

    The human heart is a mysterious thing.
    Plagued by love, and blessed by death.
    All screams unheard, echoing from my chest,
    My four-chambered heart cannot understand why;

    Within each season, appears an image of you;
    An image surreal, yet so untrue.
    Spring, dedicated to your smile,
    Crucifies the dreadful loneliness from my life.

    Summer, devoted to your confidence,
    Brings security into my heart yet again.
    Autumn, sworn to your tears,
    Proves to me that your love is pure.
    Winter, committed to your imagined existence,
    From which reality rips you away. . .