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.