She Taught My Heart To Sing
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Spring has earned a special place in my heart:
a season so fair,
She dispels despair.
And I anxiously await Spring to start;
for craving her touch,
I miss Her so much.
I long for the sensual perfume She'll wear;
a blend of sweet-smelling flowers and fresh air.
She taught my heart to sing.
Some say that Spring is no more than a wish:
no reason to cheer,
She is not yet here.
But She's such a tempting, delicious dish,
I can hardly wait:
and circling the date
on my calendar, I'm counting down the days.
Whiling away the hours in a thousand ways;
She taught my heart to sing.
Winter winds are finally in full flight:
the snow melts away,
Spring is sure to stay.
As sunlight stretches Day and shortens Night:
frozen rivers flow,
and Daffodils show.
Nature dabbles the landscape in inks of green:
the air feels invigorating, fresh, and clean.
And tweeting songbirds add music to the scene.
She taught my heart to sing;
I love that about Spring.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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