You say...

You say...

You say …
that you adore the fall...
yet you never...
rake the splendid fallen leaves...

You say …
that you admire the summer...
so why are you afraid
when the sun waves at you
from behind Rick Branson's
virgin orbit-bound rocket ?

You say...
you like  the spring...
but you are feeling "blue" and perplexed
from the weakest link and fling !

You say...
that you like the winter...
so how come ,,,?
you fear and run away
from the cold … sarcastic wind !?

So when You say that you
"Love me "...
why are you so surprised
that I don't believe You !!!