Will you love me in the winter
When my skin is dull
My lips are cracked
My eyes are as dark as the soil after a storm
When I yearn for warmth and crave the comfort of my bed above all
Will you love me in the spring
When my nose begins to run
My eyes are rimmed with red from the rebirth of flowers
My skin begins to darken resembling the glow of the sky in
preparation for golden hour
When my sneezes come as often as my words
Will you love me in the summer
When my smile is bright
My hands are as warm as the contagious smile on my lips
My hair holds the gentle gold of the sun’s rays
When I’ll rise with the birds with a hot cup of coffee between my lips
Will you love me in the fall
When my color begins to fade as the leaves begin to fall
My hands begin to cool making me cling to you just a little bit more
My hair’s shine is at its brightest as if it was trying to hold on to the
sun’s warmth
When my bright colors become as scarce as a rainbow in an Onyx
stone
Will you still love me when the cycle repeats or will you too be gone
by then?