Well now, if little by little you stop loving me,
I shall stop loving you, little by little.

In May, I would have had you through frowns,
because you always allowed me to have the final say.

In June, I would have loved you through your screams,
because you would apologize with an angelic tune.

In July, I would have loved you through tears,
because you always held me when it came time to cry.

Then in August, I thought I could careless,
but it turned out that I was the weakest.

In September, I had hoped for change, apologies,
and for you to finally forget her.

October and November passed agonizingly slow,
but I came to accept what came next; the season of snow.

Well now, when you stop loving me,
hopefully I will have stopped loving you seasons ago.