The timeless blossoms of a waking spring
Lead my mind to the memory of your smile,
To days long past, whose visions softly bring
Sweet respites where I linger for a while…
To shaded gardens where we hid from rain,
To sunny walks along a river grand;
Astride white horses, galloping the plain,
Or golden beaches—footprints burned in sand.
But spring fades into summer and beyond
And love, like time, must have its seasons too,
I woke one morn to find that you were gone,
Yet why you left, I swear I never knew.
Still when in vernal light, a bloom I see
My heart still smiles, and you return to me.

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