She Taught My Heart To Sing
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Spring holds a special place within my heart;
She's in full bloom there,
dispelling despair.
I'm anxiously waiting for Spring to start;
I miss Her so much;
I crave her warm 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, She is not much more than a wish,
She is not quite 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.
And while away the hours in a thousand ways;
She taught my heart to sing.
Finally, Winter's wings are in full flight,
snowflakes melt away
and Spring rules the day.
The sun's light lengthens day and shortens night,
Tulips start to show
and iced rivers flow.
Nature dabbles the landscape in shades of green;
the air feels invigorating, fresh, and clean,
and tweeting songbirds bring music to the scene.
She taught my heart to sing.
I am in love with Spring.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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