Love is like winter
it makes you feel cold
It makes you feel weak
when you want to be bold.
Love is like summer
it makes you feel hot
It makes you imagine
you're something you're not.
Love is like spring
when the world is in bloom
But then you're left lonely
with nothing but gloom.
Love is like autumn
when all the leaves fall
Then love leaves you dying
with nothing at all.
Marea Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-seasons-of-love-2/
