Four seasons of loneliness

In comes the winter breeze that chills the air and drifts the snow, and I imagine kissing you where the rain blows. When springtime makes it's way here, lilac blooms remind me of the scent of your perfume. When summer burns the heat I always get the hots for you, go skinny dipping in the ocean where we used to do When autumn sheds the leaves are bare, when you're not here it doesn't feel the same.