My back hurts.
(See, Ryan? I posted on my blog!)
Show me the way to love's first spark,
walking together for the first time in Winter's crisp air
beginning dreams for our futures.
Teach me the way of love's honeymoon days
when Spring's flowers are in full bloom
and our love is the only perfume we smell.
Guide me through love's darkening time
into the recess of Summer's bittersweet sunsets
and the uncertainty in these tumultuous times.
Hold me in love's dying days
whilst Autumn's blessed trees shed
and our paths fade away as one . . . together.