Flicky, flickering

In the spring,
you came into my mind like a petal - from a flower,
reminding me of the colour pink - soft, sweet, subtle and beautiful -
the colour when
the blood flowed to your cheeks
and you blushed like a little rose.

In summer,
you came in like a breeze - from the wind,
fast,
whoosh - gone,
like the clouds that moved so quickly in Paris
as the winds blew
in that deep blue morning sky.

In autumn,
you came in like a fallen leaf - from the tree,
orange, and warm,
muted, and loud.

In the winter,
you came in like a flake - from the snow,
cold, droplets - seemingly painful, but not.

You -- are like the weather to me,
hot and cold,
sunny and rainy,
conflicting.

A memory

Fading,
Then appearing

Once in a while

In my dreams ;

Flicky, flickering -
as if you're the light of my life,

Because you are.

{LQ.W}