Oh how Love should resemble spring,
blooming at every moment,
every beautiful blooming moments,
Blissful temperate days,
damp foggy morrows,
beads of dew in the morn,
perhaps the deep rumble of a storm,
When I say I love you my dear,
I mean it with the intensity,
the very deep consistency
of a thousand springs,
the eternal Bloom of the Eternal Spring.