Oh, to be lost in springtime,
where lilacs scent the air
and cherry blossoms fall like snow
upon the green earth;
To be lost in love's sweet bliss,
that whirlwind of longing,
the perpetual springtime
of the heart, where
winter's chill
is but a distant stranger,
frozen in time.
Tiny buds spring forth,
opening to sunlight;
Without fear,
vulnerable and greedy,
they soak it all in.
Oh, to love with such abandon,
as if winter will never arrive,
lost in that sweet promise of spring.
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Though I am wondering if winter will ever LEAVE, lol!
I love it.
Myke
Thank you for sharing it with us.