Summer:

I watch as stars freckle constellations across your skin.

I want you to stare at me, moonstruck,

kiss me until the galaxies collide.

I want you to know that my soul has chosen you, bewitched by the tides in your eyes.

 

Winter:

Sleepy smiles and dying fire light,

I left my worries behind, exposed them to the snow.

You kissed me mad, sung my praises;

Iridescent.

I know your love glows brighter than any fire,

leaving my fears to burn.

 

Be assured that as long as the winters give way to the hope of spring, my love for you will follow.

The seasons always change, but by some miracle our hearts stay the same.