Your love is like an arrow... laced with poison Is it love? or contempt? Disregard? Indifference? Aflame, you bend, twist, burn and blow Ignite us with your wicked glow And soothe, your petals fall like kisses on my skin As coyly you begin again Spring, a fragrant siren, sits atop stone Beside her, abundant, Summer’s warm throne Autumn’s rubies in mysterious fathoms blaze And Winter labours with icy-toothed babes, With pearly scales on their aquamarine tales. Archaic, duty-bound Cruel seasons cycle torturously round, There is no pride, there is no fall, It is indifference, after all.