Four seasons. In all language's.

Four seasons. In all language's. 

Holding onto love like embers in the snow, four seasons in my heart burning as we grow,

Had my heart an up most grace, there I find this peaceful place,

A love for all within this life, and a certain feeling of passion leans,  for he is showing me what love means , to new eyes open wide,

I'm blooming from the grounds inside, a garden of life with butterflies and every bird, I love him in all language's  every single word,

Might we see forever is not just time and space,  I love his lips and when he speaks there is no other place,
For my heart confides in him, to light up the night that once lay dim, 

With passion and my fair admiration I call the stars abound, I tenderly sow the love I hold and all the love I've found,  in the prettiest patterns of flowers in their beds, and all the roses are a brilliant red,

They Consist between the longings of a heart That looks the same , I am holding on to all the seasons of love and the passion of the flame .