Seasons...

Flowers abound in March.
People around us would stare.
When we whispered sweet nothings and such.
But we pretended they weren't there.

Little birds sang their songs in June.
While we sat in that little park.
Listening to their sweet little tune.
While we kissed in the dark.

September browned its trees.
As we walked hand in hand,
Watching the leafs tickle about our knees.
And observed as our road bend.

Snow covered December,
Painted the ground white.
Black was the last dying ember.
Alas, covered by snow and out of sight.

Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall;
You gave me the reasons.
To stand tall, through it all.
And showed me the love to last through all seasons.