As The Years Go By
As flowers blossom in the Spring,
I learn the reason why you smile
when the sun sets, and cry when it rains.
As Summer starts, I learn what moves you,
what pisses you off, why you are afraid
of the waves crashing on the beach.
In the Fall, we talk of love,
what it is, what it isn’t.
In the Winter, we keep each other warm,
take turns fixing the hot tea in the evening,
the coffee in the morning.
As the years go by,
we get to know each other better,
like each other more, not less.
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