You know, you make me long for rain

For nights when I would draw you close

Can hold you fast against the slowing beat of time.

If you were mine

In summer, I would leave all things untold,

Let silly words lie crumpled, while we unfold.

You, like the rhyme that no one’s meant to get,

Though something says your meaning is in mine.

And later, in November, when our love’s grown sweet with sleep

I would grow famished the more, the more to feast

Upon the peaks of all your love.

And you? Do I care that you may think it all too quaint?

And have no one to trust for love but the fantasy of your heart's content?

No, since if you were mine

A little of me and you alone would be so wonderfully fine

So very much enough.