the news calls for predestined stormy weather. truth is I don’t want to fight with you, my love
though if I’m being brutally honest I’ll say that I want you in all your seasons
I want you in december when the rain turns cold on your skin and the gardens begin to run grey. I want you under the fresh air of arizona sun rays and in the autumn as the memory of june fades.
please listen, I don’t want to have to watch you cry
only to kiss away your tears when you ever do—
I want you when the skies are glaring red from your view, when you do and don’t
feel right I want you to let me love you
because that’s what I think
that you would do
and I’m starting to think that you‘ll take me in all of my seasons
despite all these reasons I give—I’m
straying so far from perfect but please
let me live in the twilit gloom until I see the light in your eyes again, I promise I’ll
be back soon
swear you’ll take me in all my stormy seasons, love,
I swear that
I’ll vow to take you, too