? The seasons of our love
The winter of our love,
is when we have not seen each other.
it was cold without you,
we will forget that time
and will not bother,
other people with our sad period,
of loneliness, yes me too,
happily the next season will wipe,
all the sad memories away.
Then the spring started
and that is often seen,
when spring is late,
it will go fast in the beginning,
as if you forever waited.
For our love to be,
much more than just a date.
For your loving grin,
I go through walls,
For your eyes I travel over the world.
The Summer follows,
It lasts long , starting in May,
going on and on,
till at last, in November,
at a cold day,
the summer passes away.
But our summer, my love,
may even end at the beginning of December.
We need a long summer,
to do all the things we want,
and all the things we need to do.
Our love must grow,
for God, for our relatives and friends,
but also, if we have any,
for our enemies,
they need our love most of all.
We will have children,
and a new house to grow them in.
We will teach them all we know,
and learn together with them, new things.
Then when the days get shorter,
We will be with the two of us again,
Enjoying our lives with each other,
Doing a lot of things together,
Having chairs in several places,
Advisory, teaching, studying,
Gardening and a little exercise,
Just all the things we wanted.
Then, my dear love,
Just after the summer,
we start with a stormy Autumn,
Our grand kids are here, no there,
Oh they are everywhere,
Climbing trees, "helping" in the garden,
Teasing the dog, chasing snakes.
And we are running behind them.
We?? No not me, my autumn ends,
Way before yours.
My body, 15 years devastated,
By the horrible Parkinson's Disease,
Until they found the cure in 2005,
Has never recovered completety.
A new Winter of our love,
when we have known each other.
yopper
February 3, 2001
