She’s the rainbow at the end of an autumn storm,
I’m the mud that seeps through your shoes.
She’s a cup of hot chocolate in front of the fireplace on Christmas Eve,
I’m a snow blizzard that you see on the news.
She’s a newly blossomed flower in the spring that kisses you with her scent,
I’m harsh snow hitting your face.
She’s your sunset walk on the beach,
I’m a cold you catch from standing in the rain too long.
Because she’s four seasons and I’m an endless winter.