Love You Always

In summertime, our love is sad, like roses floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it running from arms to toes.
If thunder rolls our love is a fighter, a refuge from the falling rain.
When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like pink petals on the lily.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is copper, shining bright like a harvest sunset.
From spring till winter our love will continue growing.
From season to season I love you always!
My one
My only
My love

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