My love (part I)

My love will be like the spring,
breezy and sunny,
unpredictable, but soft and dewy,
hopeful and fresh.

My love will be like the sumer,
steamy, and filled with life,
adventurous and free-spirited,
in constant wonderment.

My love will be like the fall,
accepting of change,
welcoming with open arms,
crisp and intellectual.

My love will be like the winter,
serene and snuggly,
dependable, but playful,
providing warmth and comfort.

My love will be a year,
will be a thousand, a million years,
time will standstill,
yet move forward all at once.

My love will be this,
but so much more,
the end and the beginning,
the start and the finish,
my love will be unlike any other,
but attached firmly to many,
so many that my love may love everyone, everything,
so deeply that my love will be loved more
truly, more honestly, more wholly,
than any love has loved.