The most wonderful love

There will be no more swallows
on my windowsill
when the first sighs
of the Autumn wind
will have driven them away.
I will no longer be able to see
the birds hide
in the branches of the trees
when the cold of Winter
will have made the leaves fall.
The sunsets,
that make my eyes dream,
will disappear
when the Spring sun
will have taken them away from me.
The roses of the garden
will wither
when the heat of Summer
will also scorch the earth
and how could I ever
choose between you
and say who is the fairest,
loves of my life,
if each of you
leaves me something to regret?

December 26, 2020