"I still believe in our promise"

Hey, do you still remember,
The nights we skipped back then just to natter.
Those times, I can't get them off my memory,
Everything was magical when it's only you and me.

Every morning I pray, that lord make this day short,
I cannot already wait, for the fond we'd bring forth.
I grin, the tip of my mouth touches my ears,
For I know it is time, time to set off my fears.

Without context, we connected all the pieces,
That even gestures of greetings, mean hugs and kisses.
All of your words was for my better good,
Then when I said mine, it used to light up your mood.

How was your day, I whispered,
It was fun while it lasted, you muttered.
From that, we'd find ourselves in Andromeda,
But, knowing you're well is enough for eudaimonia.

We could go to the wilderness together,
Or we could just sail to anywhere, forever.
We could be one, in flesh, in front of him,
You're an angel, my greatest love and my queen.

We are boundless, unconditional, understanding,
Magic would still happen as long as we're believing.
We will never be broken, whatever hardship we receive,
But the greatest question is, do you still believe?

I believe in you, and I will always love you,
Even full of secrets, lies, that I have no clue.
Until the very last day I can reminisce,
I will still believe in our promise.

I asked you to come over for dinner at mine,
and I knew you wouldn't respond and I didn't mind.
But when I peered down as saw you replied,
sparkles and hearts simply flooded from my eye.
I crafted some food as best as I could,
and I knew you'd be upset, for you truly should.
But when I peered up at your beautiful face,
you laughed off the damaged I had caused with your grace.
You said "It's fine, everybody makes mistakes."
"But do feel awfully bad for that well done steak."
"You see a dinner like this is rarely ever good,
you see fictional characters succeed and you think that you could."
"But in reality those characters miss something most supreme,
and that is the love that is honest, true, and clean."
Their words plunged through my heart like a bullet in the night,
and then I had a temptation that I simply couldn't fight.
I took them by the palm and peered and said with heart,
as we sat just a few small centimeters apart
"I know I'm not perfect, I know I'm not sublime;
but I'd love to know whether if you'd like to be my Valentine?

Summer:
We found each other in a heat of passion,
the fire in us grew
We saw in each other perfection and compassion,
but an uneasy feeling brewed

Fall:
The howling winds are starting to shake our little pillar of love
The arrows of doubt and judgement slew our soaring dove
I can't even look at you, the fire is starting to sputter
I never knew that all our work is going to the gutter
Winter:
The little tree's leaves are all gone
The branches fall on the ground singing a mournful song
We walk separate paths now, emotions shed
The tree is now dead.
Spring:
At the park we met, we meet again
Our eyes meet, we both tried to look away
But in winter, we did not want to stay
A spark lit, a sprout emerges again.