Hello to my lover

[littlemissnovella]

December is the warmest month,

when flowers die,
yet memories live.
Here are the seeds,
of how love starts

Winter comes, the beginning of the end
Summer comes with nothing but flowers blooming
And the hail comes to drench the truth
The night comes and burns the garden.
The last hour left with noise

He came to the grass of promise and despair.
I was scared of the mysterious air,
but he told me
to never let me go.
for the first time I knew how to feel free
from the mysterious air.

What comes in this story is nothing but---
If you don't know how this
then you should seek the answer.
Find the truth,
Questions of love,
"Do you know?"

I looked within the flowers,
knowing the truth and the lie.
The noise brings around
nothing.
but the simple truth.

[note: I guess this poem can be seen as a companion to an old poem that I wrote.]
Written for gameofcards | challenge 39