There's the notion that spring is the season of love.
For our world, this notion has fit like a glove.
Yet I don't agree
Love cannot be bound to this degree
Love is like the spring
Beautiful like a diamond ring
Love is like the summer
So far from being a bummer
Love is like the fall
Soothing and calming to nearly all
Love is like the winter
Cold and hurtful like an icy splinter
Love does not belong to one season
But to them all
Not a single season but all together
Love can thrive in all and any weather

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