Because the danger of the winter lingers;
I know the hope and joy April can bring
Grasping the world in warm and gentle fingers,
But February lays its future traps:
It cannot help but threaten in the heat
To melt the snow, and dump into our laps
The endless waters of the snow's retreat.
And so I fear what I have said I wanted;
I worry even as I get my way.
I can't pretend to live my life undaunted
Since even my own wants have gone astray.
But if I fear the spring, I still know this:
Your love I want, and it is only bliss.
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