End of Seasons

 

Leaves fade and die beyond their season

Falling to dried grass, never questioning the reason.

 

All things end, beyond a whispered promise

The purest intent, reality and time paying homage.

 

Love sadly forgotten, never knowing the reason

Fades, festers and dies beyond its season.

 

To have and to hold, as long ago we both vowed

Creating two lives bound by love, a sacred shroud.

 

Within my heart, I have given you my soul

For all time, your heart to mine, you will have and hold.

 

Stoic

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