Love blooms in the Spring time, but its approaching Fall
So in the meantime, I'll be hibernating in loneliness
Winters frost turns loneliness into a bitter cold heart
As I Fall apart, time passes before the melting starts
Hopes of a Spring love looms through the cold
Stories of it turning into beautiful Summer nights are untold
A Summer fling turned ablaze, and with it, I can grow old
Its only a thought, a mystery that my hands can't hold
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