Youre My Seasons

could it be i love you so
with great compassion and no woe

i think i find you as beautiful as spring
a new beginning new happening

or should i compare you to winter
your rough side with sinister

you make me bright as day
like summer where you waste time away

when i talk to you i feel like fall
every second of every call

you seem to be my every season
my best friend with no great reason

like you have made up my year
comforting me so tender so dear

maybe I don’t love you so
but how do I know if its real or foe?