Exalted spring.
No time of all can claim more beauty,
For flowers are in bloom today,
While warmth is in the air.

A tender rose has shed her shawl,
Her petals full and bright,
A blossom most superb.
Yet thorns still keep her safe...

Is safe a truly blissful thing?
To wait in bloom for nothing?
To fade without a touch?

What is a flower born to do
But share it's fragrance,
Please another?

I wish you would accept this wish,
You blossom without equal,
For flowers come and go,
But memories persist,

And I will never lose the sight
Of rose in fullest bloom,
But always out of reach -
To be admired always.

I wish you would resolve,
For autumn comes too soon.