In summertime, our smiles are innocent, like lilies floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it races from heart to soul.
If skies are blue, our smile is playful — two people dancing across infinite galaxies.
If thunder roars our love is blessed, a refuge from the pouring rain.
When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like white petals on the iris, soft, gentle.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is bronze, shining bright like a harvest.
From Christmas till Thanksgiving our smiles continue to light.
From season to season I think of you always! My one, my only, my _____.
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