I found you on that white hill top

Drenched in snow and the blowing icy wind

Flowing was your veil with which you mop

Your silky mane and serene face.

Met your eyes and came we close

Cold sweats dripped through my hat and over robe

Hand in hand, we braved the chill

The waves of emotions in my heart, they fill.

I professed and you proposed

Thorns are a few in bed of rose

Minds drifted and hearts pondered

Longing quests in winter linger

Not in sight but in my mind

Hate me, ignore me through the winters so gruff

I live on and I love to love.

The winter snows had melted

The sun had its wrath vented

Thousands of winters had bade farewell

But this summer had come to dwell;

I found you out by the river-side

Ages gone and gone are the tide.

Your eyes had remained the same

Deepened with each passing rain

The dry hot wind had tanned you dark

The same serene look, draped in a bark

You could understand my presence

And I remembered, meet did we whence.

I could feel the pain in your hands

Those silky fingers rough with the sands

But this summer, you feigned not to know,

The affection, I stored for ages, to bestow,

You left me again, the cruel summer was at it again.

But, I am the one, who waits for ages

Through winters and summers,

My flame so rages,

Hate me, ignore me in the summer so rough

I live on and I love to love.

Gone is the winter

And the summer with its hue

After ages and travails, comes the spring

With all its blooms, and colours so true

The flowers with its fragrant self

The air around would whisper and delve

That love is in the air.

My eyes roam around for you

And like the aging spring a few

I stumble upon you again;

I remember the cloud and gail

I reminisce that welcome rain

Drenched as we meet here

The tree, that, acts a cosy lair.

Tells me to be in your arms

For springs, it waited for us

To be one again, and not to stray

Like we had, and keep bitterness at bay.

But shivering, your name is love

That summers through all past treasure trove,

And this time, you match your cloth

With the pomp around, flow and froth.

This time you hold me close

Habituated are the thorns of rose

Walked through the smooth and sublime

The passing era seemed a life time.

Ages of wait had borne its fruit

Through the flowers from spring's pursuit,

Hate me, ignore me in the springs of love

I live on and I love to love.