Seasonal Love

We loved like the seasons changed

Our love came to life;

peeking out of the ground

like newborn flowers in the spring.

You showered me with your rain

and I came to life again.

Such young and innocent love.

I fell in love with you

like the smell of summer.

You were a fresh breeze

through an open window.

Our love had just begun.

And like the summer, it passed.

All at once, things changed.

Everything began to die.

Like the leaves on the trees

the colors of our love faded.

And as everything withered

So did we.

We were growing apart.

Falling faster than snow in the winter.

The cold came upon us

and it chilled us to the bone.

You stole my dying breath

and left me all alone.

Author's Note

(I'm finding the ending to be a little rough. Any ideas or tips would be greatly appreciated.)

Reviews

[Sim]

I really love the idea. How the phases of your relationship are mirrored in the changing of seasons. But on that note, if you notice, seasons change gradually, and almost imperceptibly until one day you wake to find that its happened.
I feel relationships are like that too. The changes as they happen go by almost undetected, until one day ...... it is the winter of discontent

[DeadDreamer]

I see what you're saying. A quote by C.S. Lewis reminds me of this. — 'Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different...'
It's such a strange thing, isn't it?

[luvs2write]

I love how you did this, I can never be this creative in my poetry! =( Beautiful poem, thanks for sharing

[DeadDreamer]

And thank you for the kind review! It's still a bit rough, and I feel like I could transition things a little better, but all in all I think it's pretty decent. And I've read your work, and you have talent! Trust me. :)

[luvs2write]

Thanks so much! That means a lot =)

[Jack Wolfe]

I saw this on my feed, hope you don’t mind I took a look.

Your opening line seems off. I can’t figure out if it should be ‘we loved like seasons changed, or change, or perhaps, our love was as season’s change,’ I don’t know just a thought.

Young and innocent love (I would omit such)

You can feel the pain of a lost love, a relationship broken, and the longing for yesteryear, and I’m sure this is a poem from the heart, but I’d recommend finding a new way to say love- your metaphors of the seasons changing play well, using just the metaphors you can portray your meaning, without repeating the same word, show you emotions through your words, rather than stating. I hope this helps.