Oh Chelsey...Oh my girl...I want to hug you.

Love is confusing, love hurts, love is sometimes the hardest feeling in.the world but when its lost it tells you something...it was no good for you.

It needs both ends to feed on, not just one.

I love the wording, the whole seasons thing...really unique, gave the piece a new dimension.
I love how you compared him to a warm season...like summer...good memories...warm ones.

Hugs you...

I like the way you connected love to the elements of nature, beginning with the title 'seasons' til ending with 'winter'.

'You were my summer.'
^this is a perfect description because summer is a beautiful season full of life and energy, so by telling him he was summer it's like he was your soul,your life!but summer has an end and so had this love.
Winter tend to be full of death and depression because of the lack of light and the rainy weather ,therefore, ending your poem with him aging with winter is a well placed metaphor. It shows how this love is lost like the cycle of life itself..

The whole piece is simply stunning. great work!5/5

This is stunning Chels... you are amazingly creative... this piece seemed like a sad narrative and you integrated seasons with your piece well...
As always, beautiful:)

This is so exotic. I love it that you incorporated nature metaphors into this. It gave it life. So full of revival. Love can be a smooth sail at times. Other times rough. Again just manageable. 'As couples i always say there aren't anything like perfect couples. Rather imperfect couples that thrive to make their union a worthwhile. That'll breed your moments to perfection'.

During tough times which i assume is winter and autumn. All is withering dry and freezing cold. Be each others comfort and assurance. You need to stand the test of time to sail through the season.
In spring, all is blooming green. You find yourselves in happy moments. Happy with each other and enjoying every bit of it. So love is what you make of it.

A lovely composure dear. Bon Travail!