Seasons.

Seasons.

I've loved you in the month of January 
whilst the weather aims to be so bright,

I've loved you before in months of January where the shadows meet the light 

I've loved you in the month of February when weather turns it's face toward autumn leaves

and I recall each breath' of breathing as any love would have believed

And so I loved thee more in March and kept the seasons good to change, but stayed as true as any love, would love on any range

And so I loved you more through April, delighted in the months of may

That you had loved and I had loved, and you had chosen to stay