It's cold,
but I don't feel it-
I'm in your arms.
And you are warm,
a summer day
on this spring one doing its best
to pretend its fall.

I will happily while away hours with you-
though maybe with less sticks poking
and leaves caught in hair-
for you're so wonderful.

Exams will end-
that means no papers-
that means more hours for you.