If.
If you visit me when the sea, flat as glass lies quietly
basking in hot summer sunlight
I\'ll come to you when the grass, flaked with autumn
moon-lace waits some alluring night.
If you call at my door when the moor, cold and raw
molds winter to passion\'s wild scene
I\'ll come to you when the woods, belled in blue smell
of spring\'s heady lust dressed in green.
If you fill my heart yearly through seasonal changes
and share ardent feelings together
I\'ll come to you when fades young amour to infuse
weathered fore-play with forever