Love in Season
In Spring they say, a young man's fancy
Turns to thoughts of love alone;
But I've noticed in my travels,
(And I've always had the urge to roam),
That man won't need a special reason
To find a mate in any season.
And if you care to study habits
Of the male, (just look at rabbits),
You will see that this is true,
And I'm sure applies to you;
That human love is not controlled
By seasons that are hot or cold.
So listen now, and don't forget,
That true love cares not if it's wet
Or dry, bleak or fine,
It will appear without a sign
In him - in her - in you - in me,
To flame and burn eternally.
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