TITLE: Love Is Likened To
By bo Jennings
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That red leaves and fire embers faintly bare
Burning heat of summer, then the crow's squall
The ending, as the dead of cold winter glares
So it seems, the seasons lend their prime
Offering the heat, the reds and the golden welcoming gate
Comes feeble apologies and time
As if, thought possible, love's quiet destined fate.
But looking at love, I do know
In summer so brilliant you shine
Seasons come, and seasons go
In fall love withers as the bell chimes.
In spring, I'll remember past icy cold blue
When in late fall my eye caught a glance of you.
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