Recklessly Yours
’Til the spring comes, ’til the rains fall.
’Til the blossoms drop and the birds call.
’Til the ice melts upon the shores,
I sign this, Recklessly Yours.
’Til the summer’s blaze, ’til the thunder rolls.
’Til a bright June morning as the Sunday bells toll,
’Til the locust’s song’s heard thru porch doors,
I sign this, Recklessly Yours.
’Til Indian summer dries, ’til the fields go pastel,
’Til the school busses roll again and the burnt leave smell.
’Til spiders and crickets seek shelter indoors,
I sign this, Recklessly Yours.
’Til the snow blankets white, ’til the trees vein black.
’Til the arctic winds howl and the icycles crack.
’Til the holidays chime and the fire roars,
I sign this, Recklessly Yours.
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