Care's Legs - Poem

So your brown legs are no longer brown?

They have turned pale in the English winter.

A winter to be discontented with, for sure.

Does your tan matter?

Your legs remain your legs

and to lose your tan did not take too long

but your legs remain your legs.

To lose the passion of "I love you" may not take too long

but our love remains our love.

"I love you"

and it doesn't matter.

Winters are followed by springs,

summers come again.

then we'll mature in autumn

and next winter we'll have tanned legs all season.