The First Whisper of Spring

She drew near unto me And whispered in my ear Her words, like melodies Coursing through my veins "We will meet tomorrow" Then, she disappeared behind the clouds *** I prepared myself well I bought her a bouquet of roses Not more delicate than her Both were ravishing though! *** At five sharp, we were there She didn't come before me And I didn't come after her We have never been late! *** Together on the bench Two cups of Mocha Two smiling faces But lonely lovers were awaiting Watching our flying hearts And wondering, "When will our turn come?" *** I felt sorry for them Perhaps they were unlucky Perhaps they lost their love Again, she whispered in my ear "They will smile, and much" Blackmatta