The sweet nectar of Spring,
And a love forgotten with time.
Forever longing for the future,
Yet ignoring the past left behind.

The husky breath of Summer,
And a burning fire left to bate.
Forever haunted by memories,
Yet terrified of what does await.

The cozy dream of Autumn,
And the tired lover is lost.
Forever stuck fantasizing,
Yet always vulnerable and soft.

The cold apathy of Winter,
And the spark of love has gone.
Forever trapped in the cycle,
Yet waiting for a romantic dawn.