In the arms of Spring

I was always a winter girl, my shade a melancholy grey I'd sleep peacefully in the embrace of the cold amongst the leafless trees This world most reflective of what was inside of me, a heart as deep as the darkness of January I never knew my own longing for love Oh how I now surrender so easily from the first touch of warm sunray, I find myself sliding into the arms of spring He enchants me with his colors Makes himself my muse Enticing me into the wild with his satyr's song