In the springtime of our hearts so bright,
Love blossoms with each morning light.
A gentle breeze, a whispered song,
In your embrace, where I belong.

Summer’s warmth, a golden grace,
In every smile upon your face.
The sun may set, but love’s flame remains,
Binding us in its tender chains.

Autumn leaves of gold and red,
Speak of the words we’ve softly said.
Through every storm and gentle rain,
Love’s harvest yields a sweet refrain.

Winter’s chill, a quiet night,
Yet in your arms, everything’s right.
With every snowflake, a promise true,
A love that lasts, forever new.