Say Yes
Someday the spring will be ours
Someday loves dice will fall for sure
Some summer when time waits to lure
Our hearts to find just the right hours.
No brook shall steal away the flowers
Nor dirty spring waters pure.
Someday the spring will be ours
Someday loves dice will fall for sure.
Fascination becomes the tour
For springs trumpets are not lour.
We quietly search the towers
Where first we discovered allures.
Someday the spring will be ours.
{Rondel form}
Copyright © Kathy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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