The world can see I'm ripe for love So where are you? I forsake my jacket for naked passion and let winter horrors do their worst I could melt the shameless birch The laughing stars gossip and wink They flow from out my pores My love is out of doors The nested squirrel feels tight as this. All the world knows it's time for Eros' merry strut I am no secret, I publish all, so tell me Where are you?