When April wakes beneath the azure skies,
Our love unfolds like buds in vernal air;
A breath of youth that breathes in sweet surprise,
Like Zephyr playing in your golden hair.
Beneath the zenith of the glorious sun,
Our passion burns with rays of amber light;
We drink the heat until the day is done,
And Earth swoons low before the coming night.
Then Autumn comes with melancholy grace,
To scatter leaves of russet on the ground.
Though time may carve soft lines upon your face,
In fading hues, a deeper truth is found.
At last, the Winter spreads its shroud of snow,
The world falls silent in a frozen trance.
Yet in our hearth, the embers softly glow,
Defying cold with one eternal glance.
This poem serves as a testament to the endurance of the human heart. Just as the earth persists through the barren chill of winter to reach the spring, so too does love evolve from fiery passion into a steadfast, unshakeable warmth that defies the passage of time.
