She was the summer
in his winter,
melting the icebergs deep inside
the ocean.

She was the spring
after his autumn,
blooming over the bare
parts of him.

She was the rain
in his drought,
to fill the dry places
with the flood of emotions.

She was all his seasons
and he was her Earth,
the reason, the support,
the miracle of her existence.

Love always flourishes together. A feeling, an intensity from both sides. Incomplete without each other. One coin, two people, two sides, together precious.

©Kinjal Jain