In summertime, our love is delicate, like lilacs floating in the breeze. In wintertime, our love is warm — it races from arm to toes.

If skies are blue, our love is tender — two people dancing in the sun. If thunder rolls our love is blessed, a refuge from the falling rain.

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like violet petals on the iris. When autumn leaves fall, our love is copper, shining bright like a sunset.

From easter till new years our love will continue to delight. From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my darling.