If we avow fond emotion,
A heart's devotion to beget,
The summer's fiery kiss would melt
The ice-blue whispers of regret.
If we proclaim our endless love
With silver starlit eyes aglow,
Fall's lease would never bear a trace
Of late December's ice and snow.
If we seek the scarlet passion,
Our wicked kindred souls to tame,
The winter's frigid breath would wane
Beneath a satin lover's flame.