Seasons Pass
Seasons come and seasons go,
but why I do not know.
And so it seems for you and I ,
is like the melting of the snow.
The seasons will again return ,
if nature has her way.
But I can only live and learn,
and wait for you each day.
My waiting may be all in vain,
for you may never show.
But God will always ease the pain,
and set my heart a glow.
RoseÊAnn Jenneman
Copyright ©2001ÊRoseÊJenneman
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Reason for writing:
Poem from the heart
Birth sign: Scorpio
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