Spring


The warmth has healed the winter's sting, the dew is on the rose.
These balmy days new pleasure bring, to banish winter's woes.
The daisies bloom, the trees are green, the freshness fills the air.
Nature smiles it sweet serene smile, and is marvelously fair.
Who could nature's beauty spurn, with lovers moon above?
It is true, in spring our moods will turn to gentle thoughts of love.
My heart to sweet romance will swing, as love is fanned to the flame.
If is not the fault of spring, then the moon must be to blame.
I am rising with the morning sun; it animates as wine.
Tonight I will tell my dearest one a tale of love divine.
My heart is full of little tunes, to him I wish to sing.
Perhaps I am full of hope or daft with spells of spring.

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