It's Spring! How true that love, like buds could bloom?
This heart yearns for some tenderness and care
So much, to hope such magic can resume,
At no risk that is much, too much to bear;
Will now Persephone remember me,
Arouse what's dormant, in abeyance since
That time this feeling was believed to be,
To yearn your coming so devoid of hints?
Or Spring would seem to have not come at all,
If none to show for its arrival fete,
If it would leave my heart the same as Fall,
And mirth without its fill, still incomplete;
.... But joy it is to wait, just to aspire,
.... If odds deny the favor to acquire.
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