In Spring our budding love blossomed,
Like the blooming roses in the garden.
When the birds were returning home to their nests,
And the first shoots of new leaves were growing,
We declared our affections to one another.
Promising to be devoted to each other until our last breaths,
Promising to be there for each other no matter what.

In Summer our fully fledged love burned ever bright,
Like a great unstoppable forest fire it blazed.
When the sun was shining down on us with all of its force,
And the fireflies came out to play during the night,
We happily lived our dream together.
Better than anything we could have ever wished for,
Hoping that it would last as long as the golden hours,
Had lasted in our radiant golden days.

In Autumn our love grew frigid and weak,
Words like freezing rain; harsh, stinging, and numbing.
When the harvest moon shone over the still lake,
And the days grew shorter and shorter,
The fall of our love could be felt in the air.
We drifted apart, like dead leaves drifting on the wind,
Never to return to their former splendour.

In Winter our love was dead,
Like my breath in the air, your absence was all too clear.
When the ground was blanketed by snow and frost,
And nothing could be heard but the chilling winds,
I stood alone, gazing across the desolate emptiness.
Mourning all that I have lost,
Mourning all that will never come to pass.