The Season of Love

Along comes the season of love,
With hopes of a better life, with the spices of a clove;
It blossoms in the atmosphere, like a free bird in the sky,
The tree leaves go evergreen, not even a single turns dry,
People seem to become happy, people seem to cheer up,
Words become difficult to come out, even with a burp;
Along comes the season of love,
With hopes of a better life, with the spices of a clove,



Love brings tears, love brings joy,
Some depict love as moments, some as a playing toy,
The feeling of loving and staying by their side,
Imbibes a sense of affection, a sense of pride;
Lovers realise the moments, they will cherish,
These will stay together with them, till they perish
Along comes the season of love,
With hopes of a better life, with the spices of a clove.