In summertime, our love is delicate, like a dandelion skimming in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it raises from warm hands to your comfortable arms.
If skies are blue, our love is true— two people falling, galloping in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is blessed, a refuge from the evading, meandering, closing rain.
When spring blossoms sprout, our love is strong, like color of love petals on the orchids.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is , shining bright like a harvest sunrise, sunflower, meadows and green grass, .
For all seasons our love will keep on being delightful and loaded with recollections.
From season to season I cherish you always! My one, my only, my love muffins.