Musings Of A Non Muse

I waited for you in winter,
in the cold you’ve gone astray

I waited for you in spring,
like flowers, my heart still blooms

I waited for you in summer,
in spite the blinding sun’s fire

I waited for you in fall,
trees withering yet hope unfailing

I’ll still wait for you,
as the winter air comes breezing again

Eternally,
my dear.