Seasons of Love...

     

If we avow fond emotion,

A heart's devotion to beget,

            The summer's fiery kiss would melt 
             The ice-blue whispers of regret.

             If we proclaim our endless love 
             With silver starlit eyes aglow, 
          Fall's lease would never bear a trace 
            Of late December's ice and snow.

             If we seek the scarlet passion,
           Our wicked kindred souls to tame,
         The winter's frigid breath would wane
              Beneath a satin lover's flame.

              If we express deep affection
              Amid bright violets in bloom,
         Spring rains would mercifully cleanse
          Our tarnished souls of wistful gloom.