Seasons of Love

seasons of love

Without meaning to lie, they will teach you half-truths: they will tell you love is sweet only in the summers of one’s youth.

They will tell you love is real if, and only if, it survives the harshest winters.

They will tell you love must die like autumn leaves in order to be beautiful. They will tell you “don’t trust spring — because the flowers in the breeze are not worth the threat of rain.” They will tell you these things because they have learned nothing.

At its truest form, love is a study in seasons.

Love is as much the huddle for warmth when the weather is cold, as it is the sweat on your back when it’s time for the sun.

It is afternoon peace, when you welcome the night with its stars and its chill; but it is also bravery, when you’re given the promise of morning but can’t be given the promise of a gentle morning.

Love is magical, love is mystical, and it is whimsical too; you can even ask my crystal ball…

For kate’s Friday – Fun

https://aroused.blog/2020/09/26/friday-fun-mystical-2/

and Eugenia’s weekly prompt

https://amanpan.com/2020/09/28/eugis-weekly-prompt-crystal-ball-september-28-2020/

Published by michnavs

Michelle Ayon Navajas is an international best-selling poet. Her 5th poetry book, "I Will Love You Forever, Too" went straight to the number ONE spot in Amazon and Kobo.Com on its first day of release in less than 24 hours. She also authored the poetry books "After Rain Skies", "What If Snowflakes Don't Fall In Winter?", "Oh! Dear One" and "I Would Fly To Where You Are". She is a published author at Spillwords NYC, a three-time "Publication of the Month" nominee. Her poetry appeared in several international literary magazines and anthologies. Follow her online: www.michnavs.wordpress.com IG @michnavspoetry FB Poetry by Mich You Tube Poetry by Mich Amazon Author Central Goodreads

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  2. Yeah … I’ve got it Mich… !!
    … love is every season, and the ones in between
    … love is every moonbeam, and the ones in between
    … love is every sunrise, and the ones in between
    … love is afternoon sea-breeze, and the cool evenings in between
    I know these visions of love to be a true call
    Because I’ve been and asked your crystal ball…

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  4. Oh wow, Mich. I’m in awe of this. This is just beautiful. ♥️
    They will tell you love must die like autumn leaves in order to be beautiful. They will tell you “don’t trust spring — because the flowers in the breeze are not worth the threat of rain.”

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  6. yes, yes, YES, SweetMich! This is so beautiful and so wise!
    There are seasons of love…love in the seasons (of nature and in our seasons of life)…and we should keep love flowing all the time! 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

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  17. The love that only lasts a season, the love that shrivels and dies when the wind blows or the rains come, that is not love – it is like and lust both temporary emotions. Love is enduring and lasting and will not only survive hardship but increase in it! A wonderful poem that reveals the truth of true love!

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  19. totally love this! every line informs me of your precious heart and boundless compassion for creatures big and small. where there is love , there is hope – someone dear to me just said that to me a few days ago and I believe he is right

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