I love you in the morning, when warming from the Sun begins to dry dew off soft petals from the reddest rose, as it awakens to a new day.
I love you in the afternoon, as billowing clouds lazily pass overhead in their various shapes and sizes, while the Sun warms the Earth with rays of hope.
I love you in the evening, when day turns to dusk under an orange horizon and hurrying clouds slip silently by, as cool winds whip through firs preparing to doze until morning.
I love you at night, as the Moon casts its magical spell upon sleeping gardens of flowers in preparation for the dawn awakening, and lovers come together embracing with hearts locked in total passion.