#WritcoPoemPrompt39
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning...
Everything so fresh and new,
leaving everything behind just for you.
My dear, how lovely you are.....
softly you speak with a tender voice making me fall just a little bit more.

my dear
my darling
my love
'beautiful' is the word that comes to my mind when I look at you.
My dear,my dear, my darling,my love,
you are the prettiest ...and the most beautiful...
yet when the seasons change,
you change...
and even though you are as pretty as the moon..
my dear,my darling, my love,
you mind is more evil than hell itself.

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