Your love is like the weather
it changes with the day
sunny, cloudy, windy
rain that comes my way.

Your love is like the seasons
in the summer it is hot
and in the throes of winter
often it is not.

Your love is like the weather
it's gloomy or it shines
it's like the fickle wind
that can moan and whine.

Your love is like the seasons
in spring when fog is low
and misty dew appears
or in the fall when colors glow.

Your love is like the weather
it's often clouded over
or like the splendid sun
upon a field of clover.