An Ode to Spring Beauty
The world is kind to you and I, my dear
The newly sprung green sapling looks like we
Their moving leaves make music sweet to hear
The melody leads all to dance with glee
As bees are drawn to apple blossoms fast
You mesmerize me with your sweet, sweet smile
And love for you sees me o'er seas vast
To me you are the sun and flower isle
Your fresh petals to bloom during this spring
My soul longs for the warm and verdant growth
Relief from thee eternal winter bring
Without you, dear, I will not plight my troth
but human's penchant for much pain will lead
me to extend this frost until I'm dead
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