The season I feel that you are is Autumn.
It's simply the way you are..
There is something mysterious about you, I could never guess what you think.
You look off into the distance, with a look that seems empty & dead, off to places & things unknown.
You're cold, distant & thrilling, though you aren't as cold as the Winter.
You treat me well, you are kind & sweet.
You're skin is pale, your eyes are the falling, dying leaves ,which still hold some green in them.
~M.K. , I'm the Autumn in his eyes
