My love is the ghost in winter air,
soft snow flakes outline pale skin,
My love is the sweet spring.
The fresh smell of blooming cherry trees
gentle like her.
My love is the warm summer.
Almost like an embrace
the ones that I miss.
My love is the breath of fall.
A bittersweet taste hanging in crisp air,
beautiful like changing leaves.
My love is far away now,
in heavens skies.
But I can still feel her, she is with me, in the seasons change.