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Seasonal Lover

Member since 2002 · Posted 18 Sep 2002 · 4 comments

On that first day of Fall In the year nineteen ninety nine I still remember- I was yours and you were mine. What happened in the Spring Of Y2K? I was still here- You were gone away. Come Summer And you decided To crawl back into to my life And into my bed. And in the Winter When I needed you most I celebrated Christmas With wine and pork roast. As unfaithful as nature is With her seasons- She's better off than you, At least she's got reasons!

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[3] god'swife 18-Sep-02/11:23 PM Reply

Nature is unfaithful? to the seasons? That's absurd, she returns each year at the designated hour. Use an analogy that works.

[n/a] amateurR › god'swife 19-Sep-02/2:14 PM Reply

what i was trying to say is nature changes her seasons every 3-4 months and is unfaithful in that sense that she doesn't stick to one, but what you're saying makes perfect sense. I will look into revising it, thanx for the constructive advice. Please look at my other poems and tell me what you think, I'd appreciate it.
Thank you once again.

[3] god'swife › amateurR 19-Sep-02/4:24 PM Reply

Is there a word for going away and coming back? Would fickle due?

[7] PhSbLoNdE569 5-Mar-04/4:16 PM Reply

didnt quite understand that... buti liked it