Ode to the Winter Lover

Your dreaming of Spring is but a minor voice
To sustain the secondary interest of my Life
But waking with you in the controversial Summer
Might realize a long expected Dream

I speak to the one who understands my Message
Which She considers neither serious nor dull
But answers these small things like a Hungry child
With tears in a jar that Fall beyond dispute

Now you are Retreating much too soon
For wit is not Communication's depth
Will you return when your Prescription fades
And do you sense my love through Prosody ?