Cold (Four Seasons)

Like spring, flowers bloom from the depths of my being.

Passing freely the message of my heart’s hello for it is abundant.

Hoping that you’ll accept the bouquet with warmness and

display it in a vase that will water it like a returned love.

Like summer, the brightness of your love’s rays will return to me and be felt.

No questions, no doubts just feeling the warmth it exerts.

And i’ll bring it anywhere, I promise. Even in sleep, this summer love will glow.

Like fall, the unanswered emotion will not be raked.

It will just pile up, covering the road that will make us lost.

The path leading to each other’s answer will not be seen,

not until everything has no more use.

Then at last, it will be like winter.

You and me, we will be longing for the blooming of spring,

the warmth of summer, and the covered path of fall.

But it will be like what winter is.

For us, it will just be cold.

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based on this post by another great blogger:

http://sethsnap.com/2013/01/23/your-story-cold/

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