When I knew you
I was spring
Ready for rebirth
For things to begin anew
Hope penetrated my soil
You beamed at me
Love blossomed
When I knew you
I was summer
Days were hazy
And lazy flowing
One into the next
Love was carefree
and easy
When I knew you
I was autumn
Looking back was peaceful
I tried to consume
And store you
Making sure I survived
Cold months ahead
When I knew you
I was winter
I needed warmth so badly
I was desperate
Starved in frozen land
Trying to bring some light
To dark days
I know you
And you know me
I am the seasons
And though seasons change
There are threads
That bind them
I am always
The air you breath
I am day
I am night
I am the sun
I am clouds
Shifting
I am turning
I am stargazing
I am the moon
I have phases
I am gravity
Keeping you grounded
I am wind
Blowing worries away
Love has many parts
Shapes
But I shall keep it safe
Always in you arms
*Just FYI this poem is mean to be a conversation. Bolded (or centered) lines are spoken by both people together. This is not meant to be gendered. It’s just about love.
Poetry has just contacted me to tell me they want a divorce from you. You will be receiving papers in the mail, including a restraining order.
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Maybe if you had been more interesting than poetry this never would have happened!
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Still in denial I see.
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Hahahaha
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It is a beautiful poem, Swarn
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Thank you so much mak. I appreciate it!
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Don’t encourage him!
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Just this once😀
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I mean, Pink’s scorn is all the encouragement I need. If he had been supportive I would have been sure I was doing something I shouldn’t have!
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If my scorn is all you need, we’re going to have a beautiful relationship 😀
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And your scorn will ensure that I keep writing poetry. So it looks like we’re set. 🙂
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Hahaha, Swarn.
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Hell, I like it! I have worked in the great outdoors for a long time. At some point you become attuned to the seasons. Then you become attuned to the years. They both fly by you with little care of your concerns.
Pink can go pound sand 😉
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Thank you so much SD. And I agree, Pink complains no matter what I write. There is no appeasing him, so might as well just let him pound sand. lol
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