"Through the seasons, our love has grown, From tender shoots to roots deeply sown. In spring, we began, in summer we soared, Autumn brought wisdom, and winter, the reward. And as long as time spins its endless dance, I’ll love you, through every season, every chance." Olga whispered to herself as uncontrollable tears pooled into her palms. She held two poems books tight in her grasp and close to her chest hoping to feel the love that had left her. For hours she stayed in the same position, cries echoing through the house. After the darkness encapsulated the sky Olga lofted herself from the wooden floor and rummaged through her wares. She found the Edelweiss belt she was gifted on her wedding, from Kazimir, and tightly tied it around her waist. She glimpsed at herself in the mirror, a faint smile formed on her puffy visage. "Our love will never fade, my Owl."