You are the fall while I am spring--
You bask in the hot summer air
While I relish in my winter;
We fight about which is better,
Neither one willing to concede;
Yet I am the start to your warmth
As you send the first chills through me--
You admit it is romantic
And I confess it is freeing.
We are a little bit of both,
So hot and cold and in between,
Yet you are a little more of what I want
And I am a little more of what you need.