Analysis of Full Circle

Our love was a season in summer’s joy.
We walked in fields of daisies, our hands clasped,
tripping over carelessly discarded
leaves that crunched and crackled under our feet.
We lay on grasses lost in the moment,
yielding to love, comforted in knowing
that time was an endless, abundant friend.

Our hearts melded as autumnal rains fell,
never dampening our spirits as we
strolled along well-worn paths of boundless time.
We sat by lakesides, lazily letting
the cool lake waters trickle just as lazily
over hands held tightly like blue jasmine,
our lips then sensing that sentient second.

When winter’s wrath graced us with his presence,
we felt his callous meanness and temper.
The tune he whistled singed our ears, freezing
our bodies as we clung tightly for warmth.
When snow laid her silence, we thrummed her beat,
pulses racing in perfect harmony,
as we sat and watched the crashing of waves.

Now season has turned full circle to spring,
when buds appear like colourful diamonds,
exploding into myriads of specks
caught in the shaft of sunlight. I feel your
music, I sense your breath and know your touch.
My love, now lost, is only lost in sight,
for wherever I walk, you walk with me.