When friends turn

To lovers turn

To friends something

Happens something deepens

Like the seasons

One moves from

One to the

Next not without

Discomfort does a

Bud not love

Being a bud

Then a leaf

Full of life

And beauty did

It ever think

That it would

Be the carpet

Upon which the

Snow falls being

Nothing more than

A memory when

Friends turn to

Lovers to friends

They understand that

For a brief season

They were one

Thing and now

Another keeping their

Pace with time