The seasons of love. It was written well over a decade ago for a high school competition.
Friends and names are taken.
Trust among each other is given.
If this is not then,
Wonder, the thought of true haven.
A glimpse or stare of the eye,
The second season has come by,
Seeking affection from the other spy.
There, again to try,
The feelings of the heart soaring high.
The state of relationship, no more flattered.
Each other’s emotions weary and battered.
Season number three, encountered.
The shared memories already altered.
Pieces of the heart, found broken and shattered.
So long forgotten the day of defeat,
The mind carries on as do the feet.
All of this laid out on a diary’s sheet.
Season of the fourth has come to greet.
And yet, whether they will ever again meet.
Forward through time and tide,
They found themselves together, side by side.
Awkward, it seemed to hide.
Compromised, set their differences aside.
Finding the fifth season inside,
That, love has never died.