Seasons Of Love: The Floweret

If love was a summer in the beautiful land
And you would be the fragrant floweret.
And I the bee that looks for honeydew,
And that only I can get from you.

If love was a spring in the beautiful land
And you would be the budding violet.
And I the slow rain that scatters the misty dew,
If it would be the best gift to give to you.

If love was an autumn in the beautiful land
And you would be the last standing floweret.
And I the shielding rock standing beside you;
And in the morning I lay to you the one last dew.

But love is a winter in a faded land
And the only glory in it is the fair white snow.
But I know that in the spring will bud a Violet:
And you are its only seed.