Life hath grown as a sprig of mint.
Fresh and new.
From hardened earth an old cold soul.
To warming coals

Spring is warming.
Tho days be but cold.
Daylight still short.

Mine heart to thee be wholly sold.

Thine inability should let the fires burn free.
As passion be arrested in development.
In constraints.

Irony of illness.
Physical inertia.
Wholesome in perfection.

As summer surges through the clouds.
You'll know mine heart be yours alone.
Matters not how long thy be.

Of hearts and minds.
You and I.
A knot that may be firmly tied.
(C) LIVVI