In summertime, our love is delicate, like orchids floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it runs from my fingers to my toes.
If skies are blue, our love is tender — two people dancing in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is occupied, a refuge from the pouring rain.
When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like purple petals on the lilacs.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is copper, shining bright like a harvest sunrise.
From Dawn till Dusk our love will continue to delight.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my love.