What's more passionate that closing dreamy eyes to lips that surrender... isn't it a lover's passion? Summer should be blamed, for the strong scent of its flowers that is inhaled while kisses are given, but that's the secret of every lover! In Fall days no longer seem eternal, as a lover's passion increases with the chill; perhaps their fire is more intense in this season... when warmth is denied by the parting sun! Leaves begin to fall and paths are adorned with loveliness, that's where all lovers stroll to rekindle the passions of by-gone seasons; and yet spring is their favorite. What's more intimate than caresses given by warm hands followed by a kiss? Isn't a lover's passion expressed gently as lips draw closer, to replenish what was lost in remote time as those yesterdays? Our desire is more than a mutual feeling, it lays its hope on faithfulness to revive that promise recited in revered silence as soft whispers; life will end, but this lover's passion never will!.