Your voice is the flutter of butterfly wings on a warm spring day,
your hair is the willows that sway in the cool summer breeze,
your spine is the icicles on the coldest winter day,
your touch is the crisp air in autumn.

You are the seasons that comfort me,
knowing they are always going to come,
knowing that the weather will always be the same
when it is that time of year.
You will be there, just like the seasons,
and with each season comes a different kind of beauty,
a beauty that you surely possess.

You are the snow, you are the crisp, golden leaves,
you are the flowers that bloom so bright,
and you are that summer breeze that caresses me at night.