The Seasons of our Love

In the springtime of our love

we laughed and played and teased,

we could never get enough,

passion would not be appeased.

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Springtime lengthened into summer.

Infatuation strengthened into love.

Urgency brecame steadiness,

my tiger became a dove.

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Autumn came with warm days,

the evening cooled a bit.

The love was still abiding,

we kept the pilot light lit.

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Our love is in the winter season,

don't think that is so bad.

On cold nights we can cuddle,

reminisce and be glad.

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These are the seasons of our love,

the circle has no end.

I'd be tempted to go 'round again

had I the energy to expend.