A thing

This thing called love. It started like magic

and like the spring causing roses to grow,

it was highly romantic.

 

It became classic

and like the radiance of the sunny summer that makes your skin glow,

it’s nature became strikingly exotic.

 

Out of the blue came the panic

and the autumn appeared causing the loss of the rainbow,

a loss that was tragic.

 

Then it turned out dramatic

like the coldness of the winter and the death of the lovely mallow,

this thing called love. It ended traumatic.

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