What the Weather

No matter what the weather
The world is far colder, dear
When we are not together.

No matter the change of days
Nothing really feels quite the same
As when you by me may lay.

No matter how trim the wind
That sails us to eternity's end,
It's empty without you, my friend.

No matter how wet the week,
My thirst your high geyser seeks
That soaks me till I'm weak.

No matter how blown down by snow,
Or how lively the old Eskimos,
Without you I must leave them and go.

No matter what wonders has the Fall,
When each leaf increases the beautiful,
Without you it's dulling and null.