Comment 2 of 3, added on April 14th, 2008 at 4:57 PM.

I know I am but summer to your heart,
I AM BUT A ONE THING THAT YOU NEED
And not the full four seasons of the year;
NOT EVERYTHING
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
YOU MUST FIND WHAT I LACK IN OTHERS
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
I AM NOT THESE THINGS (ATTRACTIVE? WISE?)
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
AND WE ARE TOO FAMILIAR TO BE YOUNG AND EXCITING
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
SO I WILL GO QUIETLY
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
SO YOU WILL APPRECIATE WHAT I HAVE TO OFFER WHEN IT IS MY TURN AGAIN
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.
OTHERWISE, YOU WILL SOON TIRE OF ME COMPLETELY AND FIND ANOTHER PERSON TO
GIVE YOU THE THINGS I DO.



Amanda J from United States