All Things Must Come To An End

I started in the summer,
I couldn't believe my luck,
To do this was a dream come true,
I got out of that rut,

We met in the autumn,
Seemed like a good thing,
We spent all of our time together,
Through winter and the spring,

But now I'm all alone,
With nothing at all to do,
I was so happy and quite content,
But now I'm feeling blue,

So at the end of a year,
A revelation hit me,
All things must come to an end,
Not good things,
All things.