Like the seasons is our love.
It will begin to variegate.
Spring buds of love start to maturate,
Summer it will ignite it's revelation,
Fall it changes it's coloration,
Winter is when it turns obdurate.
Like the seasons was your emotional state,
You did not oppose the transition.
Spring our love was a creation,
Summer you enkindled the flames,
Fall you made it fluctuate,
Winter our love went inhibited.
Like the seasons was our love,
The changes I could feel.
Spring I perceived its life,
Summer I caressed its heat,
Fall I apperceived the change,
In the winter it now feels cold.