"If you love me in all truth
Then break it to me gently
Not as in winter's snow
Which loads the branch
That it snaps beneath the weight Nor to a joy of spring
That buds of this love
Burst onto my sight
In new sprays of colour
That blinds me with all its glory Or wait until an autumn
When love's-fall crushes
So the dear weight, leaves
Me in a breathless time
So that I gasp in all of a sweet kiss But love me into summer
When the fullness of fruit
Drips well with passion's juice
And we sweeten this honeyed taste
Beneath the heat of a Summer's sun Love me bold into a hazy time
Of buttercups and green fields
Love me naked, under blue skies
That we become dream-flowers
Dripped in the blessed sweetness
Of a dear Summer's love."
