Seasons

Love comes seasons change, love goes we rearrange

So let love leave me and the confession remain in the past

Because I’ve moved past your waiting room and moved to a realm of self-love

Having a beautiful life is essential

But I long and hope for a beautiful death in my own arms of solitude and comfort

Because I inspire me and I support myself, and I am a shining star.

So the sky isn’t my limit but my stepping stone into my universe

Love Poetry seasons

Last modified: April 12, 2021