Your love was the snow,
Cold and hard,
Chilling me to the bone.
Your love captivated me from leaving,
Caving me in,
Capturing me again and again.
The sun would come the next morning;
Melting the snow,
But only until it would snow again.
I loved to hate winter.

Your love was the summer;
Warm and passionate,
caring and considerate,
Hot and spicy,
Bathing me in the sun.
The warm days brought with it warm nights.
My summer nights no longer by the fire
Or snuggled under the sheets,
but with your friendly atire.
Sometimes even though I hated myself for it,
I wished for winter.