Fickle in love
Keeps us on our toes
We break up and make up
It comes and it goes

The tables turn
The tide goes out
Seasons change
Without a doubt

The rain comes
The wind it blows
Spring eternally returns
As we all know

In matters of the heart
We often come undone
As sure as the new moon
Change is gonna come

~Just L (March 25, 2018)

Author’s Note: It just goes to show how our language can explain anything, or does it?