Tuesday, April 24, 2018 No tags Permalink

My spring of love
In your presence, I found a garden filled with flowers,
In your existence, the pelting rain felt like blissful showers,
With you came the spring,
With you, birds began to sing,
Remnants of my heart were set into motion,
On the possibility of a future fusion.
Of all the seasons my love had succumbed itself to,
Spring was the only one which could be attributed to you,
For you blossomed like daisies,
And smelled like soft breezes,
Your smile was my harvest,
The only crop that yielded most.

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