the approach of seasons

the warmth of summer falls with the leaves
as the approach of seasons to come.
 
warmth is your look  
the simple smile
from the fullness of your lips
giving away your wish.
 
gentle eye contact
comes for our moments together
the inability to resist
glance after glance.
 
and as lancelot stole from arthur
so do I intend
the heart of the non-expecting
in time it all will mend.  
 
the foreboding winter
threatens the edge of my steel
but given to chance, just as the glance
all will become so real.
 
the heart and the courage
nothing, not even the seasons,
stand up to such rage
or place me within the cage.
 
be this a lie
or be it truth
all I ask that of you  
is the strength for us to see this through.