Together we lay in your garden

hand in hand,

body to body,

intertwined like wild roses

in vast open fields of summertime,

each captivating the other with every gentle kiss;

sharing pure, raw love

as intense as the afternoon sun,

while we soak each warm ray with our tender skin.

Yet, when petals weep

and the temperature drops,

you abandon our Eden

to survive brutal winter,

freezing my vulnerable heart.

Next year, when the days grow long again,

you'll open your garden's gates 

welcoming me,

thawing my heart temporarily,

will I repeat the damned cycle? 

I'd rather have you to partially hold 

then spend restless nights completly alone.