She was born in the spring,
and spring she became.

Full of life and color,
never will you see light
like that shining
in her amber eyes.

She possesses this light,
and with it comes
storms and dangers
that only add to her beauty.

Though I cannot reach
her light, nor her storms,
I feel them, always,
residing within me.

She is more than part
of me, Spring, she is
my core, my center.
Though I am not hers.

Tonight I will sleep,
I will sleep for Spring.
I will drift and dream her,
for all else pales in comparison.