if we had a fifth season
it would consist of pale pink mornings
and purple night skies
it would mean holding your hand
three times more often than i do in spring
and kissing your lips
a thousand times more than i do in autumn

if we had a fifth season
the wind would smell like honey and tea
the flowers would be at their brightest hue
and you would probably complain
about winter being too far away
and summer, even more

if we had a fifth season
i'm sure butterflies would have longer lives
and you would have longer hair
and i would have more time to spend
falling in love with you
and more time to tell you
all the reasons why i am

if we had a fifth season
i'd name it after you