In summertime, our love is sweet, like daisies floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it tingles from fingers to toes.
If skies are blue, our love is joy — two people laughing in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is calm, a refuge from the whirling rain.
When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like red petals on the rose.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is gold, shining bright like a harvest moon.
From Valentine's Day till Christmas our love will continue to grow.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my darling.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
In summertime, our love is sweet, like daisies floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it tingles from fingers to toes.
If skies are blue, our love is joy — two people laughing in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is calm, a refuge from the whirling rain.
When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like red petals on the rose.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is gold, shining bright like a harvest moon.
From Valentine's Day till Christmas our love will continue to grow.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my darling.
