In summertime, our love is sweet, like roses floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it goes from hand to toes.

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

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like purple petals on the orchid.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is brass, shining bright like a harvest sunset.

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