A nascent lily rises from the ground,

To hail the coming springtide of the year;

Though remnants of last winter still abound,

A rising chorus gently trills the air.

The sun awakens earlier each day

To warm the hearts of denizens who sing

Sweet blessings to new life in buoyant praise,

Quite certain of the joy their voices bring.

This is the time when all thoughts ponder love

And of such music, my mind turns to you,

Much like the minstrels songs borne from above

Set sure to grace the hearts of those they woo.

But I who lack their skill if not their song,

Plead out in ink a love, if proved, more strong.