in the Spring
when Love is new
it's like a flower
you cherish each hour
and wait to see what Spring's
Love bring's

then comes the Summer
full of passion
and heat
each has it's own fashion
it's own style
Love's Summer can't be beat
but, sometimes, it's only there for a while

when Love has it's Fall
and you think you've had it all
then the leaves change
Love begin's to re-arrange
and you begin to see
just how Love be
and you wait for Winter's last call

then come's the Winter's cold
as Spring's love grows old
perhaps Love's story has been told

and try as you may
try as you might
it's still
a cold Love's Winter night
no matter what you will

you remember
there in Love's December
that day in May
when Love was hot
and you thought not
of Love's Winter day
when Love would go it's own way

and you quietly say
"maybe next year"
and you shed a quiet tear
and face your fear
"oh, well, maybe another day"
"maybe next year"

Love has 4 seasons
from Spring
thru Summer
Fall
and Winter

4 reasons
to enter
Love's season's
at all
to listen to Love's call
afterall...

there is Love's Spring
the heat of Love's Summer
even's Love's Fall
ain't that bad after all

but Love's Winter
no one like's to enter

it's The End

of Love's year
so you shed a quiet tear
and face your fear
that be near

and you wait to see
how Love will be
that's the thing
come Love's next Spring

what will Love bring?