But If You Choose to End It

I don’t know what the future
Has in reserve for both of us,
But if you choose to end it,
Please don’t do it in Spring,
For that is the season
Of joy and new beginnings;

Neither do it in Summer,
For that is the season of long lazy days,
Spent with Lovers and Friends;
Nor do it in Autumn
For in that blessed Season
Reigns colour, fulfilment and hope;

And ne’er do it in Winter,
For my heart would surely die
In that cruel Season,
Of the bitter, icy blast of rejection.