Frost hardens
the flowers of the garden.
Her heart, like mine,
is brittle.
As spring, it rages,
through life's pages.
Her mind, like mine,
so fickle.
Through sun blessed days
of summer's haze.
Her love, like mine,
keeps growing.
An autumn mist,
falls moist, unkissed.
Our lives, entwined,
all knowing.
When back to frost,
all things are lost.
All ends
with new beginnings.
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