I took her by storm in the winter,
we made sweet love in front of the fire,
no past and no future, just present,
all misgivings cloaked by desire.
With spring came the time of awareness,
to set love on a less stormy course,
we kissed every possible moment,
we had simply no time for remorse.
In summer we nurtured our passion,
with caresses and love in the hay,
on days far away from each other,
I delivered a fragrant bouquet.
In autumn our love was unsettled,
had become just a stormy cliché,
I yearned for the calm of last winter,
but the storm blew our romance away.