Jealous Seasons

My love, let not your heart be filled with envy;

you are eternal, they are for a time.

Would the sun arouse its passions for clouds?

Will the moon lament the brightness of stars?

Let us then quit these jealous seasons.

Let autumn boast of auburn hues and chestnut stores,

cinnamon scented candles and wine cellar doors.

Rogue fairies may dance about my hearth fire,

but only you ignite the storms of my desire.

Sunset summers encompass the soul of beauty

with waves that simmer in the heat of carnal desire.

Felines stray and wolves devour;

why cry my love?

Only your embrace holds power.

Ensconced in elegance redefined,

unparalled, unapologetic, unabashed winter suffers no quarry.

Her dignified brilliance holds much sway

while the sting of your silence leaves me breathless.

Hymns of praise are sung for gentle spring.

Renewed reverance reverberates through her lush hills

and glory rises from her valleys;

even angels name her virtuous!

All the same, my love for you remains untamed.

My beloved

My virtue of old,

My holy truth fulfilled,

Quit these jealous seasons,

Let the seasons be jealous of our love.