Seasons

Confused words scribbled on crumpled paper,
Trying to make sense of my thoughts again.
Don't mind me, don't even look my way
For I am nothing but your imagination.
I stood by watching you through all your seasons,
In Spring I saw you bloom like exotic flowers...
Your lips- your ivory petals, your eyes- butterfly wings.
In Summer I watched you ripen, like cherries nice and sweet,
Your cheeks of purest sunshine, your lips like honey, dear.
In Fall I watched you grow, like oak trees strong and lean,
The jokes inside our heads, colorful fantasies.
Winter came too often and I watched you leave,
It's not a problem dearest, you'll be back in the spring.