• both your names bring identical feelings to my heart.
    the fealings of love, confusion, lust, warmth, yearning, comfort.
    i could fill a thousand and more lines with words like that.
    but what good would it do?

    for should i like you to the summers day? with warmth and love and fun?
    such surface emotions describe you not, for your soles a deeper one.

    so what of winter, cold as ice? with land that's grasping at breath?
    is blaspheme even thinking as such, such thoughts should be punishable by death.

    so we move to Autumn, what of her? so calm and full of hope?
    but still, theirs more than that to you, your not just one to grope

    and finally, spring, the time of peace, the time of brand new life.
    and even this fare season, does not describe you right.

    so what to make of it, of the confusion that i feel
    so what to make of it, of the truth i may not deal
    so what to make of it, of the chances that i face
    so what to make of it, of the love i cant erace.