Seasons Of Life

In the spring of my life
All things were so simple,
The largest of my problems
Was a thing called a pimple.

In the summer of my life,
Times were very exciting,
Many wonderful women,
Who were very inviting.

In the autumn of my life
I did find my true love,
An angel who was sent,
From God's heaven above.

She has eyes of brown,
As deep as the sea,
And a sweet, warm smile,
That sets my soul free.

She has a strange power,
It makes my heart race,
All I need do,
Is to glance at her face.

She imprisoned my heart,
With her sweet embrace,
A joy far beyond,
All time and all space.

I pray that our love,
Will survive all the strife,
And will last far beyond,
The last season of life.

In the winter of my years,
I'll have true delight,
Simply knowing my dear,
Our love seems most right.

When winter has passed,
And all seasons are done,
Then we'll go on to heaven,
Knowing loves just begun.