Barely 8 in the morning and already thoughts of you dominate my mind.
When I think of you, I smell citrus and see summer.
I see warmth and lazy smiles.
I see clear blue water, like the colour of your eyes.
There's a second son on earth and I know that that son is you.

When I dream of you, I see winter and wool blankets. I see the frostbite melt away in the warmth of our intertwined fingers.
I hear the silence, beautiful in all its noiselessness - like your voice.

When I speak of you, I see spring - where everything must blossom again.
I see bright colours and they remind me of your soul.
The words that tumble from my lips are 'beautiful, tender; strong' and although I describe the trees, in my mind I see only you.

While autumn being being beautiful and all, I don't see you there. I don't hear you there either.
In autumn you are summer and in winter you are spring.

Its you, and only you who to my heart on any day can all these seasons bring.