To see you in the Fall--
I'd give the Changing of the Leaves
The Crunch I hear Beneath my feet
And the Crisp autumn Breeze

To Meet you in the Winter--
I'd give the Driven snow
The Sound of Sleigh bells Ringing
And the Fire burning low

To find you in the Springtime--
I'd give the Picnics in the Park
The April Showers that bring May flowers
And the Beautiful rainbow's Arc

To Stumble across you in the Summer--
I'd give the ocean Waves
The Warmth of the Sun upon my back
And the Starry nights that End the days

I'd push Aside the Centuries
If your arms I Could be In
I Hate the sound that Goodbyes make
So Until we meet Again

There are times where
We are sitting together
And my hand
Instinctively finds your's
Normally I do not like
Being touched at all
Never a fan of hand holding
Always quick to put distance
Between myself and another
Because the contact
Was suffocating
But with you
It is different
It feels different
And the closeness
Is not a hardship to be endured
But a joy to be celebrated
Because when I look down to find your hand in mine
I smile
And know that for once
All is okay