Seasons

Your love is like a garden in the summer

in Montreal: flourishing and beautiful.

Your scent is like the most expensive myrrh

and the flowers are all around bountiful.

Walking through this garden I can smell your love.

And birds sing their songs harmoniously.

And perfect cotton candy clouds float above

But the clouds are ignored, you are all I see.

But when fall comes,your petals crumble and shrivel

and when winter hits, you turn so icy cold

I walk this cold garden, head low and I snivel.

Whatever happened to those fun days of gold?

Your love used to keep my heart warm all day long

But now I know for each other we were wrong.