The Season Of Love.

It was that time of the season

When suitors confessed

Love to their sweethearts;

That time, when moon

Was the epitome of love;

That time, when roses

Weren’t mere symbols of lust,

Rather depicted deep-rooted

Affection for the special one;

That time, when being

Love-struck was seen

As a virtue, not a sin.

It was that time of the season,

When true love was

Acknowledged and appreciated,

Not disregarded and disdained.