It was in spring when you ― a complete stranger ― had melted my heart, uttering sweet words to your mother whom you've missed. And I thought how eerie it was that a stranger can easily tug at my heartstrings. Everyone loves their mother, so what makes you different? That remained a mystery to me, but perhaps it was the words you chose that enthralled me.
Still, in summer, I gave my love to another. That didn't close my doors, though. I still wanted to know you.
Autumn, then winter came. Seasons pass by quickly as I, too, quickly grew fonder of you. I count the leaves fall from the trees just as I count the times you've made me laugh. I watch the snow fall from the sky just as I watch you and realize... I do like you, dear.
A year has passed and I got to know you better. This time in spring, I started falling for you. You've melted my heart once again when you sang to me. Your voice that holds so much emotion ― how mesmerizing you really are. You never cease to amaze me. And perhaps that's the reason why I was bemused the first time.
Who knew it was the same season when you first knocked on the door of my heart? Now I'm finally letting you in for I know the answer this time ― I do love you, dear.
This time in summer, I didn't look for another and gave my love to you, wholly. You truly know the way to my heart.
But nothing can compare to the love that bloomed in spring ― the time you had enchanted me with the euphonious voice of yours. Just like how you sang to me, “I'll be the spring to your smiles,” for you are my only spring love.
Seasons change as my feelings grow but our love bloomed in spring.
