I acted first to actualize this dream
In the thorny days of very early spring
When the buds were half-full, content to sleep away through dawn
Hiding in green blankets from the rising sun

Then your genial conversation pried open the green packages of joy
An irresistible seraphic power bloomed forth as you laced your arm in mine
You sent me into fever with a single unexpected hug
And spring sprang forth under the warm rays of your righteous eyes

But summer is coming, in fact, it's almost here
The tree tops are peppered with April's final gifts
And June's full verdant splendor is approaching quick

Yet your love is ever distant
Perhaps so confined as to never break free
Perhaps so guarded as to never welcome me

One night was not enough my eternal affections to return
Please don't prune the bud when summer's sun has just begun to burn