Love in Four Seasons

Once, there was the love that glows like flower in the spring.Beautiful and blooming to the sight. Something that everyone admires. Like the sun that shines in the skies, they lit up a world and let it be view in full colors. That was love that begets love as it is. Love that didn't surrender to the crowd of undying misunderstanding. Love in the world of judgmental humans that can even break and destroys once belief. Love that surrenders itself in order to forgive and forget what was real. Something that flowers and trees along with the nature to ease someone else's worries. Two hearts that colored each others world and light it up like the candle in the cold. Admirable yet compromised.

We love each other. We always did. We never fight who love better. We always wait for one another. Having him beside me was the first thing to made my day. His voice gives me hope for better tomorrow and happiness everyday. He secures me that I will never be alone in my life since the first time I met him. There was nothing that could go wrong while we are still with each others arms. Lying beside him, thinking about tomorrow is just as narrow as a point that I doesn't need to do it. I even think that even if tomorrow never comes, we'll still be together and love will never change. But as time goes, season change. And it feels like even feelings do change.

Everything had been in place, even season give them what they wanted and they survived the path that people usually hindered. Under the warmth of the sun, they deliver the happiness unto the sun. They curve every memory under their feet. They draw their names in each others heart like children on the street. Inset their own believes and  smile like they only one face in the world. They never expect. They never wait. They only showed what love was supposed to be. No matter what the seasons were, their love always feels and delivered like summer.It always heat up each others hand whenever its cold. No complaint. No hassles. No revenge. Like the season, trust do change.

Piece by piece time passed like falling leaves. Time counted in numbers, but limited in sight. Cannot be handle by anyone. Time cannot be drove by anyone. Nobody can explain how it all happened. Like a long living tree in the forest, that leaves fall in time of autumn,love drops. It fell like those leaves on the ground and cannot be paste upon the branch. Places were lost. Cannot be traced as gone. The table is empty and no one dares to sit on one side. Troubled so be it, the lovers seems to part in an ill way. Sadness rises, like a newborn child and cry. Laughter dies. No words can be told to make it right. It seems like everybody can be proven right. Nothing last in love like what they have. Hoping for the love to be save.

Everything seems right.But time then passes by. It passes us by that we didn't notice that we are falling apart. Hearts cannot meet each time. Hearts cannot hear each beat in times. Heart magnetized by sadness and break down. Heart, my broken heart still beats,, but it already dies. A monster in disguised, that's what am I. I know that as time passes by, there will be tears to fall down, like season it was, we're bound to understand. Never in my dreams have I thought that we will ever be strangers. Madness hiding in the dark, captured us to live each other behind. Now, Now what should be done to bring back each moment and lit again the sky. I know in my heart, there was on ly one though its  impossible to understand why.

The fire has died, and something has to make it alive. Seems like the winter and time wasn't on their side. Lying down side by side, emptiness can still be feel inside. No arms to warm them up, only winter breeze to curl them down. Even the blanket can't seal them together. The  ice bedhas seemed to be perfect for their silence. Now and then, they promise not to fall apart, but then the both left each other on the ground. Nobody's fault, only they only want to save what can be save. Not just for themselves, but for what they already been through along the way. Perfect love knows no perfect reasons to stay. Perfect love knows no perfect seasons to enjoy. Only they know how to love in any way they could. Only they understand how to deal with the love and its seasons.