It hits like a venomous snake, 
Pricking your skin and entering your soul

In the garden where blossoms once danced, where laughter echoed through sun-kissed air,
I wandered, seeking solace and romance, but found my lover standing there

When I first saw you, 
Time felt very slow, 
Like the act of a Broadway show

What is Love? 
Is it just a four-letter word? 
Is it complicated? 

For so long I was
Numb,
Unhealthy,
Unhappy

For a long time
There wasn’t an option.
And on top of that,
Being silenced by embarrassment.

Such a beautiful soul,
but wasn't sure about her face,
Laughter that would light up the room, 
But she would get brushed away

Finally seeing the sunshine,
Actually feeling the rain

Loving me is to know me

Forgetting who I am when I’m loving you,
Was the deadliest thing to ever happen to me,
Because when I loved you
I lost me and,
Who am I?

I’ve experienced the lowest frequency of love, but also the highest,
Was taken for granted blindly and knowingly as well,
Thought life couldn’t get any worse, but went through my proudest moments,
Passed through friends like flipping pages in vogue magazine,
but creased the ends of a few because they mattered,

As the sun climbs in a brand new sky,
Love comes back like the morning light nearby.
The world stirs awake with dreams and cheer,
For love ignites a flame that’s clear.

Autumn whispers a soft goodbye,
As the last leaves dance, drifting high.
A season of letting go,
Of fading beauty, slow.

The sun spreads its golden glow in the sky,
A warmth that stays, where we feel free.
In every moment, love becomes strong and bright,
As simple as breathing, as deep as the ocean's height.

In the rhythm of seasons, love comes and goes,
Each phase a chapter that we choose to know.
From autumn's soft falling to winter’s cold embrace,
To spring’s awakening, love finds its place.

In winter's grasp, the world seems to pause,
A silent stillness that wraps in its thaw.
Footsteps swallowed by soft, drifting snow,
Love waits, patient, beneath the glow.

In winter's grasp, the world seems to pause,
A silent stillness that wraps in its thaw.
Footsteps swallowed by soft, drifting snow,
Love waits, patient, beneath the glow.

Leaves drift down softly, like whispered secrets,
Red and gold dance in the cool air,
Each leaf holds a memory, a promise nearby,
The heart starts its quiet journey.

Will this be the last time you hear from me?
Gone with the wind 
There is only confusion

Where did you go, my love?
Where did you go?
There's this guy,
Who walks,
And talks,
Just like you,
But it's not you.