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.
I anxiously await for Spring to start;
I miss Her so much,
that I crave her touch
and 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 Spring is little more than a wish,
for She's not yet here;
no reason to cheer.
But She's such a tempting, delicious dish,
I can hardly wait;
and circling the date
upon my calendar, I count down the days.
Whiling away the hours in a thousand ways;
She taught my heart to sing.
Finally, Winter winds are in full flight;
the snow melts away
and Spring rules the day.
As sunlight stretches day and shortens night
Daffodils soon show,
and iced rivers flow.
Nature dabbles the landscape in inks of green;
and the air feels invigorating and clean
as 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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