The Lovers Spring Poem by Natasa To

Spring arrives on tiptoe, soft and green,

Unfurling whispers where frost had been.

In trembling buds and golden light,

She stitches dawn to silver night.



The rivers loosen winter's sigh,

And clouds drift open like a shy

Confession breathed in warming air—

A secret only lovers share.



Beneath the blush of cherry bloom,

Two shadows meet in sweet perfume;

Petals fall like silent vows,

Brushed from trembling lips and brows.



Her laughter rings through fields of dew,

A skylark's song made fresh and new;

His answer hums in tender reply,

Low as earth and wide as sky.



Their fingers twine like climbing vines,

Tracing hope in gentle lines;

Each heartbeat sows a hidden seed

Of quiet promise, soft as need.



Evening leans in rose and gold,

Wrapping them in hush and hold;

Stars awaken, one by one,

To bless what Spring has just begun.



For love, like Spring, returns anew—

A fragile fire in petals and blue;

And in its bloom the world is made

Forever bright, though petals fade.