Season of Love

Cold winter biting,
Hot of summer and
Golden glitter of sun,
Full mud and dirt from rain.

Winter has gone,
And the season of love
Spring offers great pleasure
Days are
Neither cold nor hot.

Nature looks charming,
Bees started humming
And she stopped hunting,
For the never exist love,
She started loving,
Fending & Mending herself.

Once she was lost,
And from the chaos,
She started finding herself,
She learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security
And presents are not promises,
And she started living with the grace of woman
And not the grief of child.

And she started Loving herself,
Season of king,
Made her to his queen.

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