We could have met in winter,

When snowflakes kiss the ground.

The sun hides away and a mist wraps all around.

We could have met in winter,

With your cheeks beaten red, frozen

And my eyes peeking shyly under my woolen hat.

I could have passed you in my red scarf and suede shoes,

Your heart could have come to a stop

Persuading you to take me to a coffee shop.

Words exchanged, some old, some new.

Two pairs of eyes, one brown, one blue.

Red strings connected our two lonely souls

Two cups of coffee, one hot, one cold.

And yet our meeting might never happen,

Not perhaps in this wintry season.

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Or we could cross paths in the spring,

In a beautiful meadow among the flowers,

Bees nestling in folds of yellow showers.

Such a breathtaking season begins,

It's only fair that our hearts entwine,

And blossom like the buds dancing in time.

A wild rose held between your fingertips,

A word of thanks ushering from my lips.

"The rose falls short in front of you, my dear."

"You think so?" I blush and held you near.

Sitting so close by that rippling stream,

But I couldn't touch you, maybe it was just a dream.

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If so, summer would bring our hearts together.

Underneath sunny skies and your crystal eyes,

Looking in mine, feeling far stronger than wine.

The cool seaside waves crashing as you say,

"Isn't it just the loveliest day?"

Despite the scorching sun, bothered by none,

And you would offer your hand as we walk through the sand.

"Yes, it is the loveliest day," I might bring myself to say.

Or perhaps time would not allow it,

Then I would wait for the hour that fate sees fit.

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And if not in any of these seasons,

Then all I could hope for

Was finally to meet you in the fall.

A season when trees shed their beloved leaves,

And the chirping birds get drowned in the words

Of a million souls sigh and drifting hastily by,

Taking no chance and sparing not a glance.

I would single you out despite the heavy crowd,

Stop you on the pavement and ask wherefore you're bound.

Perhaps you might want me to come along,

And both our hearts might sing the same old song.

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"I have waited for you," my heart still sings.

Hoping that yours sounds the same.

"I waited through all colors the world was painted in."

I waited. And waited. Waited in this game

For you. I blended through nature's palette,

And I am still waiting in this eternal ballet.

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