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Seasons
My heart began to melt with the approach of spring...Each day that passed, it grew fonder...
I looked forward to what a new day would bring...
And felt no need to play or wander.
Summer came and brought love anew...
From friendship to forever or so I thought...
We were made for each other, everyone knew...
And I thanked my Angel for what she brought.
Fall turns cool and the leaves turn red...
Love grows dim, it was not to be...
I began to tear and lower my head...
I think love is not for one as me.
WishesMade, copyright 11/12/99