People and their philosophies on love are like seasons

Every revolution they make in the complex emotion is like a change

Every person begins like winter, feeling cold, distant from light, and discontent with everything around them

This is a dark time for them when they feel awkward, subjected, and alone in the world

However they slowly realize that their heart can beat, and they begin to blossom like a flower in spring

They no longer hide beneath the layers of their soul and they shed their skin to start anew

As they revel in this elated sense of finding somebody their bodies begin to heat up as their heart beats louder

This is the beauty of summer, when a young man or a young woman is in their prime

They feel truly connected to their partner and find their emotions to be very expressed and almost raw

Waste not what intimacy you have and treasure each gesture as if it were your last

Wether you settle down or you part ways into the diverged roads of frost, this is the end of the cycle...autumn

Your emotions have quelled themselves if not returned to a lingering sense of hiding

The intense flame of passion has simmered to a flickering ember, and all is quiet as you go on in life

Some may find themselves back in the cycle and returning to winters, others stuck in summer, and many choose the innocence of spring

But the emulation love has like the seasons of the year, is very present

We are cold, we are hot, we blossom, and we die. Vibrant colors, to bleakest shades, never understanding or predicting what could happen next