In the summertime, our love is changing, like Dandelions floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is chilling — it amazes from Heart to toes.

If skies are blue, our love is abusive — two people Hiding in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is blessed, a refuge from the Falling rain.

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like Black petals on the Roses.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is brass, shining bright like a harvest moon.

From Christmas till Halloween our love will continue to Hope.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my Stranger.