A Warm Memory Of Spring

"Keep your faith in all beautiful things; in the sun when it is hidden, in the Spring when it is gone."

For the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.

The flowers are springing up and the time of the singing of birds has come.

The Springtime has come alive;

The months where we dive.

Time for the land awakening, the March winds, the morning yawn.

April is like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

It puts a spirit of youth in everything.

Sweet April showers, do spring May flowers.

For this, I know it's the best of all overs.

The earth is warm with Spring;

With grass so green and bursting trees leans to the sun's kiss glorying, and quivers in the sunny breeze.

Being an experience in immortality;

Spring is a heart full of hope and a shoe full of rain.

The sweet days and roses.

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come.

He looks like a precious gem.

His face flashes like lightning, and his eyes flame like torches.

In his eyes is the reflection of tomorrow, of hope;

The echoes of yesterday, of despair;

In his touch is ecstasy;

In his absence, agony.

You think you've been forgotten, but the truth is that you are my autumn.

I remember you just the way you remember me.

You are my sun, shining in all its brilliance.

I feel a rollercoaster of emotions, in which I'm drowning.

Your words are like music to my ears, smoothly sailing.

I've learned that it is the end,

For time is running like quicksand; the more you fight it, the deeper in you get.

It's the gray skies, I feel.

Not much time to heal.

Maybe, he's a late bloomer, and won't bloom anytime sooner.

But he's got a heart of gold,

which will never grow old.

It's the dawn of a new day;

And I, now know, the flowers will bloom for all eternity.