My love is like the healing rain in spring That falls softly to nourish the earth She refreshes my sad weary spirit And brings my lonely soul peace and rebirth
My love is like the warm summer sunshine That caresses the flowers into bloom She is fire she is alive with passion Her presence dispels dark from my room
My love is like the wild wind of autumn A tempest that strips the leaves from the trees Restless and haunting she walks in my dreams Always searching I know not what she seeks
Ah but when the chill of winter abides She will come home then to be by my side
Challenged by a friend to write a sonnet in honour of Shakespeare's birthday I created this