autumn love is impending,
the heart cooling off from summer's burning lust
submitting to dichotomous winds that blow warm and cool, simultaneously
winter love is the most desperate,
the heart sinking into an isolation only another heart can vanquish
here the heart beats its slowest, barren
spring love is the most hopeful
the heart feeling what could be a new beginning
thawing from potential trapped beneath a sheet of ice all winterlong
summer love is the most lustful
heat and increased entropy dictating chaos and recklessness
pure carnal drives let loose drowns the brain in pleasure
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