It is winter cold and drear
there's no way I will  appear
you'll have to wait for me
when my heart is fancy free
in the spring when the crocus
blooms, when the robin sings
when the river runs over from
the rains,and the feverish change
fills our brain, when the animals
rut is beginning, and we feel our
own juices flowing, while new
 shoots are growing, and all of
nature is straining to give birth
on this incredible planet called
earth, that is when I will come to
you, to do what we were meant to
do, then my love is when, we shall
consumate our fate, please wait!

ET-2008