The Season for Love

 

Spring is the most auspicious

as new life breaks forth

and passions stir

A resurgence of sorts

a reawakening of dormant desire

reappears on a fertile plain

The candle of ardour is lit

a welcome speaks out

renewed longings murmur love

Lust shakes off the dust

passion boils to the brim

the need to be satiated overflows

It takes a route well trodden

which is seldom ever the same

A furious beginning of urgent need

which nothing can or must impede

The roller coaster gathers speed

a climax occurs but when

Before long the lights go down

and a dullness emerges

Then it ends and is over

It lasts only for a season

which had its reason