Lulled

It’s easy to be lulled: the worst is done
As winter marches onwards to its end;
So, take that coat off: we can have some fun
To hell with rain and winds that seem to send
A signal that the harsh times must now last
Deep into Lent; if Easter won’t exert
Its influence to end the hapless fast,
Then I must be the agent and must skirt
Your needs: these aren’t fulfilled yet, though you know
That I’m here to fulfil them; and will part
Your ambiguities, so you can grow
To be the lovely lady, for a heart
That’s beating hard and waiting to be called
The worst is done – it’s easy to be lulled.