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}