I never thought that one day I would fall in love with you, and as those moments came I’m caught up in the middle. The feeling was ecstatic and new to me, my heart kept on pounding as we got closer. My eyes was always searching for your face whenever you were near, and my mind turned into your home, a safe haven as I imagined. I always saw you like a flower in the garden, a red rose with long thorns to be exact. Your beauty shone in daylight, your thorns hid in midnight. I saw your bright side each morning, as I saw your dark side as sunset fell.
Roses were red, violets were blue and so are you. Your beauty faded as time went by, the lively colors suddenly became dull. Those eyes filled with happiness no longer shone when you faked a smile. I don’t know what happened on you between the autumn and winter. The exhilarating feeling of mine seeing you that way vanished. Perplexed in a sudden why you turned that way, what really happened on you between the autumn and winter? And I wandered, and wandered and got lost by you.
Sadness was pouring out of you, cold as ice, and bluer than blue. Happiness had abandoned the home in you. Emptiness weighted heavy as I stared at you. What really happened with you between the autumn and winter? I always asked this question and the answer would always be silence. I always asked this question and then I knew why you had turned that way. You were born in autumn and died at winter. You were both the autumn and winter and I was the summer.