Spring came and went;
The summer lingered;
And both faded into chilly fall.
But love still beckoned and persisted:
Your eyes sent forth their eager call.
What matter days or months or seasons?
A heart may yearn but never reasons;
A soul in love its twain embraces -
All time, all thoughts, all things effaces.
So come, let's greet the wintry winds,
That cannot chill our love unsworn;
Such love eternally is born
To rule our hearts, our souls, our minds.