I wake up each morning
No matter what season, in spring.
For seeing you lie there,
Reminds me of each wondrous thing.
The green in the meadow.
The fragrence of flowers that grow.
The fresh flowing waters.
The soft, gentle breezes that blow.
The songs that the birds sing.
The wonders that nature can do.
Are captured each moment
I spend lying here next to you.
And though every season
Will always change over, it's plain.
We'll know only springtime,
Where our love shall always remain.
And that's as we planned it.
A season for our love to grow.
The seeds of our young love
Turned into the true love we know.
For now, we'll just linger.
Forever, our love in the spring.
As I lay beside you
Reminded, of each wondrous thing.
Very tenderly written Wolfe my friend, your heart spills out your feeling through out....remarkable write....well penned
A sweet, tender penning that reflects the wonders of newfound love. Yes, the seasons will change, as will love, but it's the true bliss of springtime that we remember the most. Nicely done, Greeney! Linda : -)
Indeed, It is a wonderful experience, waking up in the morning looking at your love still sweetly innocently sleeping and being reimded everyday of the wonders of love. A poem beautifully rendered, wonderously capturing the effect, the moment and the symbolism all together. Angel
Nice. Makes me wanna feel kinda jealous or lonely. I feel left out. Where do you get your creativity from? What a good piece of art! :) Debbie
amazing! ! ! ! well chosen words with great flow... spring that symbolises love and hope..thanks best regards, jdh
a very natural..simple..description of the spring...could hear the bird's sing...water flow and all....words haven't swept the beauty...lovely poem
GREEN WOLFE YOU NEVER WRITE A POEN THATS BAD ALWAYS ABOVE THE 10#. ITS GREAT WAKING UP NEXT TO YOUR LOVE. BUT AFTER 36 YEARS YOR LUCKY IF HES STILL BREATHING. JUST KIDDING BEEN MARRIED 36 YEARS. ALWAYS LOVE YOUR POETERY.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is such a splendid thing.very nice! ! ! ! ! I Hope you submit your last three poems.I would like to read them. Please read my poem AFRICA'S SOUL-it's for a humanitarian cause.Information at the end of the poem.