Seasons come, seasons go;
My love for you will always show.
Long hard days, and short sleepless nights;
Holding you just seems to be right.
Early morning greetings, and late night goodbyes;
Your the only person I see in my eyes.
The days go on, as we grow old;
But my love for you will never grow cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seasons may come and go but true love always holds.