If we were like Seasons

by Christian John Villamor

I asked myself a simple question,

What if there is a reason for every emotion,

What if emotions are like seasons?

Like the satisfying morning dew,

Would there be enough reasons?

Or the loud and terrifying thunder,

Is it the beginning of something new?

Does that mean fear or anger?

Not sure if it would be better or can wither,

What if my love for you was like winter?

Will my heart be frozen and might turn cold?

Or melt with heat and emotions unfold?

What if our love was like spring?

Not sure if it’s true or just a fling,

It’s not too cold yet not too hot,

Our love might be lacking and not a lot.

What if I loved just like summer?

Is that love I felt in my heart?

Heated, short, and not enough for each other,

What if I fell for you like leaves in fall?

Or just desire for a fresh new start?

I’ll put you first above all,

Why did I compare my love to every season?

Would you stay and never lie?

Or get blown away and say goodbye?

Why a sand glass that’s limited every hour?

And not an eternity of galaxy fusion,

Why not like a never ending meteor shower?

They’re not as complex as a never ending sea,

But there’s one good thing that hit me,

Seasons are not dull as galaxies could be,

At least seasons are easy and in glee.

I think I’ll believe myself more,

So, is loving you with every season better than with every universe?

Or is it a bad idea and might end up worse?

And if we were like seasons,

Rather than something that’s impossible to endure.

At least my belief about love has colors of every hue,

I have thousands of reasons,

For loving you…