Start of summer, you were mine,

Laid in grass with hands intwined.

Kisses stolen in the night,

Then came solemn long goodbyes.

Start of fall, your were gone,

Wrote to you my favorite song.

Felt the chords and something wrong.

Wishing you could sing along.

Start of winter, long embrace.

Loved me bare and kissed my face.

Fought and played an endless chase.

No goodbyes in partings grace.

Start of spring, laid in grass

Wishing you were here alas.

Picking flowers for your grave

Wishing I was yours and brave.