Young spring days were pollinated with a blooming, warm bliss

at the sign of dark clouds, I realized seasons change no matter how much I insist

through the midst of this, we were enveloped in a cold, dreary mist

why did we exist? if not for this duty?

Love is ensuing through my heart, my blood stays brewing

still the mist seems to shove us both apart

with grayness we parted, colors of faith were thwarted

yet if I stare in your eyes, I see a glint of hope

through all the crying, lays the imprint in which we both cope

as I soak up your tears, neither of us spoke

you've faded from my grasp, winds slowly blow away your mast

every morning now there's dew drops on the grass

signs of ever-changing seasons come up in the evening

and every night I dream of a fog, that clogs up my mind

as I'm rolling and hoping, while entriced in my sobs

that in time, this mist will clear up and it'll all be a fraud...