Seasons Of Love

There is a tattoo

At the nape of my neck

Of dandelions blowing

I got it inked right after

We met on spring day

As a souvenir of the love

That had sprung from

Our yearning for each other.

You said flowers didn't

Always bloom, so I had to

Smell them before they fade

Just like our love.

So throughout summer,

I let the odour fill my nose

The colour engrave my mind

And at nights, I glowed

Like a firefly searching for her mate

Letting the warmth fill my soul.

You'll be surprised

If I tell you of the things

I metaphorized our love with

Right now, it's a maple leaf

Trying hard to stay

But falling down incessantly

An indication of autumn

And our diminishing love.

We survived this till now

But tragedy has hit us

There are dead trees all around

Waiting to be wrapped in snow

Like our love pleading

To be draped in white

It's time you notice

That winter has come

And our love

Is no more alive.