He kissed me in the autumn when the leaves were falling. I pushed him back and ran away.

He kissed me in the winter when the trees were barren. I did not speak but held him close.

He kissed me in the spring when the blossom was flying. I asked him why. He told me he loved me. And I ran away.

He kissed me in the summer when the leaves were lush. At last I kissed him back.

He kissed me in the autumn when the leaves were falling. I watched him leave. I said goodbye. I watched him die.