Calling to you

This is the season.
I am the spice.
You are the reason,
I think life is nice.

Sometimes there,
sometimes gone,
together we are,
even on the phone.

So if the season calls,
for a relationship,
six foot four inches tall,
is standing hands on hip.

Calling to you,
to take the plunge.
A marriage of two,
I am ready to lunge.

A reason to live,
a voice to hear,
is what you give
to me my dear.

So don't fret or doubt,
just be the same.
Get excited about,
your new name.