I would love the sun, but her passion is to hot,
I would love the moon, but the distance is too great,
I would love the winter, but her scorn is too cold,
I would love the summer, but her love is too fierce,
I would love the spring, but her beauty is too fleeting,
I would love the fall, but she would wither,
I would love the wind, but she is untamable,
I would love time, but she would outlast me,
I would love the future, but I would never see her,
I would love the past, but her love has gone,
I would love the present, but she would pass me by,
I would love the stars, but their love is too bright and cold,
Then I found her, and I had found what I had sought,
I found the warm embrace of summer,
the beauty of spring,
the charm of the fall,
and the steadiness of the past.
I found the loyalty of time,
the spontaneity of the future,
the passion of the sun,
the brightness of the stars,
and the mystery of the moon.
But all these were nothing compared to what I saw in her,
I saw a heart of gold, which had been covered by time,
but I knew that the core was still the best part of her.
