Four seasons dear to me

 I found a place of solace within the ivory Moore's, a looking glass reflection on the lulling shores,

In deep commendation his universal heart of gold, in the distant waves far from touch far from home and hold

What makes the deepest waters pure His eyes like seasons blue I caught in his clear vision, a place like heaven true,

Four seasons dear to me, his heart, his eye's, and soul of longing, But last of all his gentleness encased as though belonging,

so where now do I belong Which season well in time to dwell, for I have loved the madness of them And found them all

but dear If I could pull the seasons closer, have them all but here, I would dive the deepest waves, and run the lulling shores Just to find him one last time, laying sweetly amongst the Moore's.