MY FAVOURITE TIME
MY FAVOURITE TIME
We
first met
early spring,
ten years ago.
Lambs were gambolling,
cherry trees blossoming,
as I first set eyes on you.
And soon, with the passage of time,
Just like those trees, our love blossomed too.
So that’s why spring is my favourite time
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
