... down a hole.

Love is not an easy thing
When seeded at the heel of Spring.

Though if love weathers through the Summer
And promised one is meant the other
There will have grown a lifelong lover
True in one form or another.

One day to come an end of Fall
An end to Winter, an end to all
An end to seasons that share the sun
Even to hearts that feel as one.

But as shine of a star keeps seasons alive
As surely as this, our love will survive.
                                            
-JPF

:: My first love AND TNY rejected this.  I still can't say which stung more.  Either way, I know Lord Byron type shit is out of season.