SHE is as the Seasons
Shows up like orange in Autumn,
White and pink in Spring
For natures unexplained reasons
Something has made us
An unseen pair of
Magnetic human beings
A decade of hitting and missing
No importa
Always willing
I stay humble, quietly Accepting
The enormous little bits
She's Capable, just barely able
Of giving
I'm left with a Ciao!
So cold and frigid now
Numbing and stinging
It is her forecasted weather,
Door shuts behind her, louder than thunder
Clapping lightning
Sooner or later
My heaven and clouds DO clear
Then, I hear her high heels
Approaching, she lacks NOTHING
Her midnight black, curly hair
Studded by her Hazel Diamond stare
So my heart opens the door again
Like a lunar eclipse
I take all of her in
Rose petal perfect lips
Have reappeared
My hour glass, ghost lady has returned,
She's here
I seize her strongly
I Can't have her
But for a moment
Enjoy her temperature
Simply adore her weather
