With each mood, a season rearranging.
In your joy, a warm summer's day,
Sunshine and laughter in every way.
When sadness falls like gentle rain,
A monsoon of tears, a quiet pain.
Yet, in anger, a winter cold,
Chilling winds, a story untold.
But through it all, my love, I find,
My day is shaped by your heart and mind.
In the music of emotions, I steer,
For you, my dear, is my weather.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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