It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of light,
it was the season of darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair.
I think it was Charles Dikkens (with two k’s) who wrote that.
What I want is not the snow,but in winter we’re both home.
What I need is not the moon,but with you I’m not alone.
How I wish when the sparks fly and your eyes forever look into mine.
So why do you again leave me alone.