Season After Season
By janmew
Your voice has come to me riding on the winter wind; enwrapped me with your love, pure as the midnight snow. Your words have touched my soul with the melting snows of spring ever precious; ever genuine I shall always hold them dear. Your smile has warmed my heart on the brightest summer day; your hands have held the heat left by the sun upon my skin. Your kisses have awakened me and brought my love to life like the sparkling stars above on those darkened autumn nights. Season after season whether you've been far or near, your love has brought me comfort all throughout the year. Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 06:22 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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