Spring Poem by WENDELL A. BROWN

Spring



A dream of love
Is how it started
One cold and lonely
November Day…

A thought and a prayer
That love would come
And in my world
Would always stay

And when it seemed
So very hopeless, with the
Coming of early spring

I found my dream to
Become a pleasant reality
When spring brought
Your priceless love to me.

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