Seasons of Love

It is the blossom time of love

Where mind a lagging runner falls

Before the avalanche of joy

When the heart for beauty calls.

It is the summer time of love

When every page is read aloud

And every touch a special thrill

As blossom flowers in a crowd

That lift the soul and fix the eye

On the beloved countenance

A moment in eternity.

It is the autumn time of love

When passion rests and words are done

A time of silent love when Grace

Unites our souls to be as one.

It is the winter time of love

When one must go, the other stay

To live alone and contemplate

The Infinity we live each day.