When winter's cold winds blow
your sweet love sends peaceful chills
through my trembling soul.
When spring's gentle rains
fall softly upon the land,
your compassion drowns
out my terrible pain.
When the balmy heat of summer
heats up the land,
you ignite the fires of my passion
with softly spoken words.
When autumn arrives with its cool breath
to turn the leaves bright and gay,
my love for you shall forever remain.
Donavon Scott Vinson