My Spring's Day

Blessed are the yellow petals that bloomed,

The day I laid my eyes upon you.

The moon half-full, the sky a grayish blue,
Through every moment, my love has stayed true.

My dear, I am yours, as you are mine,
As long as the sparrows dance under heaven,
Our love not rare yet pure,
For your charm, I cannot compare.

The pines’ sweet scent whispers of the evergreen’s beauty,
Its loveliness but a shadow of your grace.
I adore you with your blemish and crinkly hair,

May my heart be yours, my darling, 

Until the rivers cease to flow.

Author's Note

What do you think of my first poem ever?
All constructive critique is welcome.