May I offer you
A Spring bouquet
Made of flowers
From my heart, today,
All the love I've saved
Along, life's weary way
Is waiting,
For you
With more tenderness,
Than I can even say,
So won't you come and get
Your Spring bouquet
Roses and Carnations
Are debating
Which will have made
It, worth all the waiting
For this unforgettable
Spring delirium, felt,
Blooming in our hearts,
Today.
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I sit this morning, in the fragrant company of a yellow hyacinth...reading your poem of Springtime anew. Well done Sandra