Seasons - come and go away

Each year they come They come and go away With so many different colors Of happiness and of Gay I had wanted to hold on With the first the second or few of them As one of them had the innocence of a naive child playing at the bay one had this love which made me blush away Yet another had this cleverness could make me smile always yes these were the seasons which showed me my love in so many beautiful way I wanted them to stay on for now and forever But arent these are the seasons Each year they come they come and go away taking away a part of myself leaving behind an ounce of pain with so many different colors but of Happiness or of Gay ?Do give any comments Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 04:54 AM PST   0 • 12