Love is not the season

love is not the season
love is just the time in the year
and you still be missing
everything you put up on the sleeve

holding back your stories
trying so hard to never be seen
in the perfect happiness
that is indeed the nicest routine

ever to occur to you
ever to take your heart and your mind
and you still upholster
this very feeling from curious eyes

of many a others
living so close but so far from two
little cozy lovers
dreaming away with no ado

in their room of cotton
letting inside nobody but none
in the very bosom
of imperceptible intimate time