Love Seasons

With praise I shall declaim these humble lines,

Which words I soak with all my love for thee,

For whilst thou and I in bed combine

And thou art near me, Summer ‘tis to me.

But if by chance my warmth thou dost decline

And think’st of leaving, turn’st me into a tree,

It’s Autumn, leaves will fall and limbs incline,

Inert, can't even throw myself at sea.

Sad true, th’art gone, but this shan’t last forever,

It’s Winter, cold that tears my soul apart,

Arrives thine letter:_it’s Spring, more life than ever!

Th’art back, it’s Summer, let our love restart!

I won't ask why, nor how thou hast returned,

I know but this: my heart has once more burned.