Walking in these woods-I am all alone.
I feel the wind on my face, the cold breath.
Feeling my feelings, I am in my zone,
Thoughts going through my mind on love and death.
The leaves fall down and all the colors change,
The cold, chilly air sets into the season
Like a trade- the summer-winter exchange.
Darling, I finally found my reason.
Love is not like seasons-it never dies.
Love's color nev'r changes or fades away.
It is constant just like how the time flies.
I hope deep inside you, too, feel this way.
My passionate love for you is quite strong,
And deep down, you have felt this all along.