the season is out of color
like red blood feeling as blue as frost
leaves rain softly to the earth
I could never know all there is
but if morning must taste night
you are here by me
our love has life
we see only light
and give every day to Him
who makes Good live long
winter snow
summer sun
spring or no
fall will come
but let you and I always be more
than a flower after full bloom
dying too soon
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