Some food, some wine and you to snuggle with
A warm house and a chance to sit in peace
The busyness we make is just a myth
That we must soon let go of and release.
So I give slip to that and think of this
Upon a day that feels like spring has come
I let myself get caught up in a kiss
That warms me where I previously was numb.
Yet though love's often crazy, hard and wild
Occasionally it's gentle as a fawn,
And we're at times too easily beguiled
By glittering hopes of love that end in scorn.
The summer sun is once more on its way,
But will not really be here until May.
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