Poetry

In Every Season Of My Life

by Maria Franco
04/27/24
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In every season of my life
You have been there for me.
In every season of my life
You were the most important part.

In every season of my life
Which were cruised around years,
We not only built our memory lane
We also designed a new moment lane.

In every season of my life
Through every defining month.
Months had its seasonal colours
Weeks were spent in our declarations of love.

In every season of my life
Emotions remained submerged and strong
In a safe submarine sailing through time.
The endless horizon a welcome getaway
The sprinkler of feelings spraying all around.

In every season of my life
The downpour of sentiments had its pace.
Steadily growing, marvellously increasing
There could be no finale ever.

In every season of my life
The planted seed in the first soil,
Flapped its branches of flowers and leaves.
The birds sang the very same song
The picture perfect scene was stable throughout.

In every season of my life
When the road looked long ahead ,
When my heart could not travel alone
Your heart popped up and pitched in with me.

In every season of my life
You taught me a new meaning of love
You held my hand in a comforting touch.
Your heart reached out to me from afar
In a much anticipated salute between hearts.

In every season of my life
The cherries blossomed and drew,
An enticing picture of a sweet red love
No leaves were ever shed or fell to the ground.

In every season of my life
The rainbows and promises were real.
The tomorrows were painted on a board
The board of life and love.

In every season of my life
You were there in my springs and falls.
When the rain fell, when the sun gelled
When the cold surrounded and warmth took over.

In every season of my life
The seasons which we had once lived
The same season returned to find us again.
No season was a forever goodbye
For time had always set its return date.

In every season of my life
The artwork of joined hearts was too impressive
For any generation to miss out on this.
Sensational love at its charming best
For souls meant to live on in heavenly zest.

Maria Franco