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seasons
Years have come and gone
with many seasons
anger, laughter, tears
and moment of regret
we have weathered all
every emotional storms
our love found ways to flourish
it thrive at varied rates
you felt love your life through
I never felt real love till you
these years have quickly passed
the first fire still burns
hotter than the last
in the love we make
not just room mates
like many of our age
we have just hit our promenade
fifty five passion lives and thrives
keeping it new me and you
shaking thing up role play sex toys
best seasons are a head not behind
unless toy are inclined
love in every season
in its own time
with many seasons
anger, laughter, tears
and moment of regret
we have weathered all
every emotional storms
our love found ways to flourish
it thrive at varied rates
you felt love your life through
I never felt real love till you
these years have quickly passed
the first fire still burns
hotter than the last
in the love we make
not just room mates
like many of our age
we have just hit our promenade
fifty five passion lives and thrives
keeping it new me and you
shaking thing up role play sex toys
best seasons are a head not behind
unless toy are inclined
love in every season
in its own time
Published 16th May 2021
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