Love in Seasons:

Like the crisp air of an autumn dawn,
cool, revitalizing, calm,
There we were
Two as one
Whispering as the time went by
Words of love
A lullaby?

Dawns to Days
Days to Dusk
Dusk to a fiery Midnight lust
Before a passion can arise
We softly whisper our goodbyes
As not to be heard
Not one word...
A secret to be buried deep,
Deep and out of reach.

©Amber Dawn