Oh pale winter
At first you were vibrant, and brought splendor into my world.
You showed me how to care; to turn away from loneliness.
Though the happiness that grew inside didn’t seem to last.
And it was only, just only, a season of love.

Oh vibrant spring
With the green chill in the supple air;
You brought some hope of tomorrow,
But failed to deliver when his torture came knocking.
And it was only, just only, a season of love.

Oh mellifluous summer
You lied and cheated me of wishes that I made.
I became betrayed in your presents.
One fail swoop after another
And it was only, just only, a season of love.

Now today I think back upon memories of cruel frailty.
None do I regret more than loving you.
Such a twisted desire in your eye, nothing could cast asunder.
But I shall not falter, because I’ve found another.
I do not miss that one, that only, that season of love.