Seasons

I'm fairly sure that you were born with fire in your blood,
judging by the way you never let up.
Though we see in a different shade, I admire what you've made
of your soul and how you want to change the world.

Girl, you're messing with my seasons
the way you give me a reason
to smile through
this especially cold winter
I have barely felt since
I first met you.

When I look into your eyes I see a better world
and something there I wish it would live for.
As I turn my life to leave I long to hear your voice
say to me so soft and so sweetly:

There's enough heaven here for us;
there's no need to wait it out.