My Longings

I long for light, in days of darkness, with Winter’s brutal gloom

I long for night, to cool the day, in Summer’s scorching bloom

I long for Spring, when the year begins, to see life anew

I long to sing, of beautiful scenes, in Autumn's fallen view

I long for change, when seasons come, for I think they’re all so fine

Yet I would exchange, every season, if it meant that you’d be mine.