First real love poem

In summertime, our love is sweet, like roses floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm ,it tingles from head to toe.

If skies are blue, our love is love, two people dancing in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is blessed, a refuge from the running rain.

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like pink petals on the Tulips.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is silver, shining bright like a harvest moon.

From anniversary till valentines our love will continue to delight.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my darling