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Seasons With You
SEASONS WITH YOU
I came with few expectations
Only wanting the simplest of pleasures
A stolen moment at best
That's what summer evenings bring
Warmth that envelopes you
Pierced by a breeze that quivers yet delights
To validate life and your sense of it in one quick passing
Didn't figure you'd invade my soul
Seeds planted in a setting sun took root and grew
The season changed
Leaves browned and withered
Yet your beauty remained constant
Still a sun kissed blossom
Reminding me of glorious days
And lusciously warm moonlit nights
It changes once again
Cool, crisp
Unrelenting is the inevitable passage of time
Unyielding is my desire like the storms surely to come
Primal
Uncontrollable
Blinding
In the aftermath we're left to bring a sense of order back to it all
Yet the pure rapture of the unknown filled with thunder and moans is more comforting
Though strange and forbidden it's most desirable of all
This season will pass too
With its’ storms that cripple us
Making it hard to breathe or function in the routine
A new season will call
And new answers will have to be found
Just find them with me
I came with few expectations
Only wanting the simplest of pleasures
A stolen moment at best
That's what summer evenings bring
Warmth that envelopes you
Pierced by a breeze that quivers yet delights
To validate life and your sense of it in one quick passing
Didn't figure you'd invade my soul
Seeds planted in a setting sun took root and grew
The season changed
Leaves browned and withered
Yet your beauty remained constant
Still a sun kissed blossom
Reminding me of glorious days
And lusciously warm moonlit nights
It changes once again
Cool, crisp
Unrelenting is the inevitable passage of time
Unyielding is my desire like the storms surely to come
Primal
Uncontrollable
Blinding
In the aftermath we're left to bring a sense of order back to it all
Yet the pure rapture of the unknown filled with thunder and moans is more comforting
Though strange and forbidden it's most desirable of all
This season will pass too
With its’ storms that cripple us
Making it hard to breathe or function in the routine
A new season will call
And new answers will have to be found
Just find them with me
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