Life of a person
Often resembles the seasons;
Love colors your life in spring
You bloom in joy and delight
Your beloved adores the flowers...
....Then suddenly autumn visits
And the flowers depart with the leaves
Leaving behind the branches.
You slowly adapt to the change
Compromises are inevitable in life,
But what happens when
Your beloved cannot adapt or compromise?
You sigh...till spring returns
Only then you realize
May be, he loved only the flowers
There is no space for
The barren branches and the dull roots.
Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Compromise