• I love thee like a winter`s moon
    That shines so brightly in the night
    And if I cannot see thee soon
    I will feel cold death`s cruel bite
    I need you like a warm summer`s breeze
    That blows so sweetly across my face
    Even the day`s dear light agrees
    That you best it with your grace
    I want thee like the dear spring flowers
    Whose face looks up as if I were perfect
    And loves me in my darkest hours
    And for me has the greatest respect
    You are my season, you are my year
    It`s your every breath that I hold dear