I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

Life is defined by time and seasons.

I will love you like the desert burns along the sun when they are together,and when you will be gone,just like every one else,I will cry for you like the snow that melts at the first hint of summer...and hoping that you'll be backI will miss you like the clouds lose themselves when it rains...