In every season the air changes,
Sailing on as time goes by.
The storms will shake and leaves will rustle;
Winds shall twist and tilt the mind.
What is constant is that feeling--
Love to quiet weather's roar.
And although it may seem sparing
It is always deep inside.
The outer world is still revolving,
But at times you must stand still.
Take in all the seasons' changes
And that love will soothe your soul.
It's not always from within you,
A passerby may feel your plight.
And that same stranger that you share with
Will love you as yourself...cannot.
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