When is the season that love grows?
It is not spring
  love is just being born
It is not summer
 there are so many other things going on
     love is blinded
It is not Autumn
  for love is just opening its eyes


Love grows when all else is dieing,
when a blanket of cold envelopes the plains,
And small flakes of glistening silver falls from the skies
This is when love grows,
  it grows now to keep the hope of life alive
For with out love there is no life