Your Season

Which season could compare to you my love?
Yes winter dreams are snowy as your skin;
Yet yours has warmth that rain, dissolves above;
Whomever known the sun be winter's kin!
As winter's cousin, Autumn, ages leaves
To yours have youth too bright for ochre change,
Tho' sweethearts fall in breeze, yours never leaves:
Your beauty's tree need not such rearrange.
New life of Spring does bloom alike your zeal:
Within my chest your blessings, bless me new;
But summer spreads to all it's lighten seel;
As to my body yours does so imbrue!

Yet you're too sweet, out-sweets the summer sun;
Your season omits none, but can't be one.