~Season~

As the seasons change so do my feelings for you.

With the new season, comes a new frame of mind.

The snow has melted along with my need for you.

The sun's rays grow stronger in unison with my resolve.

The days last longer coinciding with my happiness.

The frozen ground has thawed to allow new life to spring forth,

Mirroring the start of a new beginning.

The winter is gone so is my love for you.

~Autum's Love~

My life is wasted away sitting here pondering the days that I spent with you…those cool autumn days and chilly autumn nights we spent talking and kissing …you holding me so near to block out the chilly autumn breeze that surrounded us those evenings in the park…but nothing at that time mattered for we were together…I was your world and you were mine for that precious moment in time..

you left me in ruins…my hopes and dreams I had for us destroyed by your actions…I thought the world of you…I thought you would be the one that would last forever…but now looking back ...I realize all the signs that told me differently…that forewarned the less then happy ending of us…

a part of me died all those months ago…but now as the time has passed and the wounds have healed I no longer feel incomplete without you...I am now able to think back on those days spent long ago with you…and simply just smile and be happy that I had you for a moment in time…although it is only going on two years…it seems to me to have been an eternity since I called you mine… felt the heat of your touch the passion of your kiss….but those are the things I no longer long for from you…

for my love for you starts to slowly fade as my love for another grows more distinct and true….it seems strange how your feelings for one can slowly over time start to fade…for another has replaced the one before him….

The World Is A Beautiful Place by Lawerence Ferlinghetti

the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't mind happiness not always being so very much fun if you don't mind a touch of hell now and then just when everything is fine because even in heaven they don't sing all the time the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't mind some people dying all the time or maybe only starving some of the time which isn't half so bad if it isn't you oh the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't mind a few dead minds in higher places or a bomb or two now and then in your upturned faces or such improprieties as our Name Brand society is to prey with its men of distinction and its men of extinction and its priests and other patrolmen and its various segregations and congressional investigations and other constipations that our fool flesh is heir to yes the world is the best place of all for a lot of such things as making the fun scene and making the love scene and making the sad scene and singing low songs and having inspirations and walking around looking at everything and smelling flowers and goosing statues and even thinking and kissing people and making babies and wearing pants and waving hats and dancing and going swimming in rivers on picnics in the middle of summer and just generally 'living it up' Yes but then right in the middle of it comes the smiling mortician .