Answer me what I am

Are you guessing? You are. It’s your turn. Very well. OK. I am cold.

– Are you ice? Are you winter? Are you your tiny hand?

Sweet but not honey. Don’t say honey again.

– Honey? Not honey. But sweet. Sweeter than hope?

Cold, cold and sweet, and sometimes quite hot.

– Is it you, are you your heart, is it your possibly potentially possible love for me of which we have never spoken?

[…]

– … your love for me?

No. I am ice cream on the beach. Let’s not play again.

I am not crying

I am not crying
I have rain in my eyes
And the rain is summer rain
The rain that nature lends

I am not crying
I have rain in my eyes
And the rain is the softest rain
That the autumn season sends

I am not crying
I have rain in my eyes
And the rain is winter rain
The rain that never ends

I am not crying
I have rain in my eyes
I have rain in my eyes