From Jan through December

The winter months were cold and grey

And because there was no sunshine so no more hay,

I was living on a Planet called hope

But we started in warm rains, not in the cold snow.

Sometimes I garbled, sometimes you did too

And I grew to see you wild, throbbing and hot,

And many a times, I tell you plain and honestly, 

I was jealous when you played two for three.

Sometimes I thought I'd lose you, you'd take off

And through that I acted on insecure buds

But the flowering of your blessed love in my heart

Was so surprising, so overwhelming, I could cry with a start.

Sometimes I hurt you with my words,

Sometimes you lashed at me with your baritone girth

And through the rains as we begin again

Please promise me there will be many kisses and less pain.

Sometimes through the changing seasons I pray

That I'll always have you always year on year

Because I couldn't afford to lose your heart

And your precious soul, your playful guffaws. 

As heat comes and goes within and without

I don't expect lesser passionate bouts,

But more dewy adorations and affections true

Because from Jan to December we made it through.