Love and Spring

As spring arrives in, it's all that blooms, The birds chirp sweeter, amongst the trees, As so are your thoughts like the fumes, That I love to breathe, mixed in the breeze. Like manifestation of buds, earlier apart Embellishing an empty longing valley. The fortunate perfect time of start, And that when met we and been ally. It appears and departs in a cycle of time, Taking away the charms it's desolation, I carry your notable traces like of mine, And I certainly write to you in admiration. You are not only limited to spring, Rather the pools of happiness you bring.