Simmer

Towards or backwards,.

Forwards or through,

Summer is coming,

And spring be near through…

And though I’m a mix,

Of weird and unruly,

I know that time’s more,

Than I love you truly,

Because it takes a man,

And someone else too,

To say those three words,.

And,

They have to be meant,

Each and every time, and if they are not,

That might just be fine.

I could write a ending out, one to much more, but today is a day, and right here once more.