Seasons

Though the window pane may be full of frost,

and they nights are dark

and grey,

Though the wind may howl and the rain may pound,

the only thing that I await for

is not only this weather to cease,

but for 

our

comforting talk to ease

Though the day may be long and bright,

and things get a little tight,

I'll always remember that you are near,

and that your

smile will bring the happy tears

You said that this year was the best,

and that it was all thanks to me.

You said that when the rain would pound and you

would see my name on your cell

every worry would leave.

But alas, some said that we wouldn't be together
long,
but to what reason,
I couldn't see.
Should I be worried at what they say?
Should I not
care and look the other way?


Or should I take the warning and leave?
Can't you see that
this is breaking me!

I've tried to forget them, 
and all the things
they say.


Please don't let those things be
true.
That is what I pray for day and night.




But I have to know,
do you?