Passion's Despair

How I once felt about "love"

The newness of passion
Filters through Spring's early morning dew
Drifting through the sun's rays
The winds of fortune blowing it onward

To the heat of Summer's flame
The eternal passion of the night
Rising higher and higher into the sky
Until the winds of fate blow it onward

To Fall's cool heart
Like leaves on a tree, its color fades
Cooling passions flame with a kiss from the north
Where the final winds of passing blow it onward

To Winter's despair
Leaving the cooled embers as nothing more than mere shadows
of the joys of Spring, Summer, and Fall
Our passion fades away.
 

Reviews

[Rambling Prose]

Wow! The imagery in the write is breathtaking. My mind's eye was enraptured by this journey. Your use of the seasonal analogy used to represent the seasons of passion is brilliant! Warm, hot, cool, cold.

Brilliant! I can only aspire to write in this fashion...