It starts with a fiery passion,
That burns sweet like incense's ashes,
And releases a fragrance of...
Summer Love.

Then you notice with her missing you began to see colors falling,
And your departure from reality becomes...
Autumn Leaves.

Each passing day your limbs weaken,
You've become cold and lonely,
Longing for the warmth of her essence,
Now you're freezing like the...
Winter Breeze.

Then just as soon as she returns,
Your soul blossoms and renew,
A unrequited love relit,
Like a blaze...
You Spring onto.