My beautiful eve of airy spring
The joy thats caught upon a wing.
So sweet a light and love begun
Beneath the orb of cloudless sun.
Upon my skin those mindless stings
A blushing light that fondly clings.
I've sang sweet songs within her eve
When widow,boy and child would grieve.
Upon her watch new buds would spring
Seas would burst and birds would sing.
Never a season that love does capture
Than blissful smiles of springtime's rapture.
And in her beauty and upon her face
Love and light with freedom's grace.
Swollen is the blossoms that bend
A sweetened fruition,a fallen rend.
I married my love,the art of spring
And she kissed the signet of my ring.
Within the glow,her fever eyes
Love,life and spendor lies.