Like a summer blaze,
You have inflamed,
The humming heart,
Like a soothing rain,
You have soaked into,
The thunderous soul,
Like a freezing winter,
You have shaken,
A burning fire,
In January sigh,
And when I have shed,
Tears of gold,
In an autumn sage,
Amid the new dawn of hope,
In the colour of spring,
I have already lived a season of you.