Spring

Our love is not like roses
Our love is not like spring
To say it is, is not only a lie
But a mockery of what we mean to each other

Our love resembles winter
Cold harsh and unyielding
It has not the warmth of summer
Nor the fickleness of fall

Our love is like a sickness
Violent and catastrophic
Infecting both of us
Multiplying and spreading
Until there is nothing left to corrupt.

Our love is like ice
Both beautiful and deadly
Freezing both us and our problems
To a single place in time

Our love is a mountain and a landslide
Pressing us together
The friction crushing us
To but mere fragments
Of what we once were

But through all of this our love is strong
Helping us and shielding us
From life's hard realities
All the while forcing us
To make decisions and choices
We never wanted to make

We will survive our winter
We will grow and evolve
Like seeds hidden in the ground
And then maybe our love
Can be like spring.