Sacred seasons of supreme love...not fit for most fools who fall in love.
Four distinct divisions...four compact categories in need of no revisions.
Beautiful bountiful bonds of marriage signified the first and longest season.
It often reigned supreme without any unnecessary or unadulterated reason.
But sometimes sadness swept in like a series of small, worthless sins.
Even though the steadfast headstrong lovers never wanted to let them in.
That first season was filled with immense joy and intense sorrow.
This loving lull remained in place for ten thousand tomorrows.
Passion was the primary pinnacle of the second and strangest season.
Its reign was marked by zany zeal, tumultuous trickery and turbulent treason.
A surprise separation made an unusually unexpected and unfortunate landing.
But this disjointed disconnection somehow stood in excellent standing.
The fourth season of the sensual and sensitive lover's soul was a final resolution.
Reconciliation brought triumph and tragedy, a regal reward tainted by pollution.