When our eyes met first,
spring, my comely maiden
was coy, wouldn't raise her eyes,
to look at my face, i melted
in the caresses of her tender love
Look at her, adorned every inch,
of her supple body with new leaves,
gold hue of yellow flower bunches,
that dazzle me , a captive of cuddly winter
for long and make me swoon with love for her.
When wind, her messenger met me with promises,
I was thrilled, my eyes longed to see her face.
She has taken me to a world,
very peaceful and joyous,
she made the birds sing for me,
from the low branches of trees,
dabbed color softly here and there,
new leaves tell me stories I never heard.
Taking her hand, I walk through the paths
that look new after hiding so long in ice.
Don't leave me spring my beloved,
I dream you every night
amorous dreams you induced.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC
When our eyes met first,
spring, my comely maiden
was coy, wouldn't raise her eyes,
to look at my face, i melted
in the caresses of her tender love
Look at her, adorned every inch,
of her supple body with new leaves,
gold hue of yellow flower bunches,
that dazzle me , a captive of cuddly winter
for long and make me swoon with love for her.
When wind, her messenger met me with promises,
I was thrilled, my eyes longed to see her face.
She has taken me to a world,
very peaceful and joyous,
she made the birds sing for me,
from the low branches of trees,
dabbed color softly here and there,
new leaves tell me stories I never heard.
Taking her hand, I walk through the paths
that look new after hiding so long in ice.
Don't leave me spring my beloved,
I dream you every night
amorous dreams you induced.
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