The flowers bloom and birds chirp
I hear the lovers sing “It is spring”
Even little kids get in on
This age old loving thing
Holding hands and sneaking kisses

Cool evening moon filled sky
Watches that days breeze by
While the elderly are getting
Some of this action
Telling stories and smiling

It’s contagious
Like allergy season
Even my friends are getting in
On this whole love thing
While I am a shadow
Sitting and writing
About the spring fever
That I will never catch