Fay Slimm.

If.

 

 

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