To Every You I Loved Before

To every you I loved before,

Each chapter in my heart's folklore,

A tale of passion, joy, and pain,

Of love that waxed, then waned again.

To you, who taught my heart to sing,

In youthful days of endless spring,

Your laughter was my morning sun,

A cherished love, my only one.

To you, whose eyes were summer skies,

Who saw through all my dark disguise,

You held my hand through storm and rain,

A love that healed, then left a stain.

To you, my autumn's gentle breeze,

Who whispered truths with tender ease,

Your warmth, a fire in cooling days,

A fleeting love, like morning haze.

To you, my winter’s quiet muse,

In silent nights, we’d share our views,

Your presence, calm in snow’s embrace,

A love that left without a trace.

To every you I loved before,

You shaped the soul I now explore,

With every glance and every tear,

You forged a path that led me here.

In echoes of our shared delight,

In dreams that dance through endless night,

Each you remains, a part of me,

A tapestry of memory.

Though time has passed and hearts have changed,

The love we shared is rearranged,

To every you, a fond farewell,

In every you, I found myself.