Seasons

Like changing seasons you are warm and cold, 

a collaboration of my thoughts after it was my heart that I sold.

Or maybe I just gave it to you,

without expectations or knowing about your love being so true.

And after the seasons changed I must've noticed you are more than warm,

beyond compassionate and sincere -

a billion voices in my head but yours is the only one I can hear. 

And you are more than cold, sometimes distant and unmoved,

if I didn't know better you'd make my mind confused.

But like changing seasons your thoughts are boiling or freezing,

still you continued to be the only one I believe in.