Seasons Pass
This is but a season,
and seasons surly pass.
The aren’t like my love for you,
they don’t eternally last.
The snows of Winter will melt away.
The showers of Spring will dry in May.
The heat of Summer will cool in Fall’s embrace.
And with the passing of Fall, I will see your face,
never to fade, never to whither.
We well be together from then until forever.
