You are Winter
When the nights are long
And the mornings blur
Not a thing in our world is wrong.
You are Spring
When what melts is grey
And new life can cling
Not to be in the least bit cliché.
You are Summer
When nothing is awry
And we are perfect to the letter
Not a speck in our cloudless sky.
You are Autumn
When all else will fall
And to you I succumb
Not a single disdain we will recall.
There is no Life without the seasons,
Darling no Life without you beckons.