The girl that changes seasons

Spring in Autumn is what happens in love,

Even the flying black crow looks like a dove.

The irritating kid reminds me her,

Of the nights when she’s wild and of those when she’s sober.

From making me believe that there are soulmates,

To freeing my heart from the constant fear of heart breaks.

She is an angel that fell from heaven,

And landed straight into my heart so barren.

I rarely pray, but always mention you in my God’s call.

You make me do what autumn does to the leaves, I fall.