It might have been
the breath of spring
that brought to me a thought
would fill by being

It could have been
the light of summer
made me drunk
on dreams that last forever

It may have been
an autumn sigh
which showed me colour
matures as wine does
and leaves no last goodbye

It might be
that Winter's touch
may leave me, agony
Abandon me as much
as winter lasts forever
until spring might march
and until then
I gift to you my Treasure.