The Spring of Our Love

The Spring of Our Love Rhythmic beats of our hearts Together we skip the arithmetic class Holding hands, synchronised nimble steps Childish grins on our faces, bright are eyes This was the spring of our love. Our path jeweled by rhododendrons Smooth were our lives, pickles were for lunch Not for life. Then life began. Real life as we know it today. Arithmetic was no longer the only complexity Making a living with arithmetic was The complexity. Still we are happy. We are happy still.