Sweetest Spring

I made a simile while thinking of love. I have an image of who she is, but nobody to fill that place.

She smiles

Like the orange midday

Blows the lilly smell

And leads the sun away

She sees

With deep intensity

The skies inside her eyes

That root inside of me

 

Oh the fires still seem ablaze

And the world still sits and watches

for the end of days

But when the Spring comes

When the sweet dews scent the air

And the river trickles gently like

Your strands of silky hair

All the colors seem alive

And the birds sing in the moors

I'll see you there,

My sweetest Spring,

And I'll be yours

 

She laughs

Like a silly child

Her mind is locked inside

Where her heart is wild

She weeps

Like a morning spray

At the yawn of dawn

When nature births the day

 

Oh the rains will fall in waves

And the shields of clothe and metal

Take the life away

But when the Spring comes

When the sweet dews scent the air

And the river trickles gently like

Your strands of silky hair

Where your figure still inspires

All the curves of ocean shores

I'll see you there,

My sweetest Spring,

And I'll be yours.

 

I'll see you there,

My sweetest Spring,

And I'll be yours.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Insane duckling]

You make me smile. I really enjoy your writing. Very much so.

[Kim]

It is a very nice thought, and I agree it would be a nice song. Sitting in a computer lab, school, or job where you indoors is so hard when you see the nice weather coming around and those beautiful sunny days where you want to be outside. Especially after a long winter. I liked the flow of this, and yes it made me want to be outside!