Season Never Gone

Love is a season,
that goes on;
all year along.
Love is a reason,
that gives hope;
to one and all.

It may at times hurt,
and give you pain.
But love finds its way to your heart,
in one or the other way.

At times it gives immense joy,
and you drown in its pool.
But it is fragile as a toy,
breaks at the touch of a heavy tool.

Broken by one,
mend by another.
You find somebody,
who fits the pieces back together.

Love is a season,
that goes all year along.
Blows with the hot and cold winds,
and the raindrops that fall.